...to the midlle aged woman eating with her husband, sitting two booths away at the diner: Loudly and publicly reciting, referencing and footnoting every trangression, minor and major, the man you married has committed over the past two decades will not help you or husband resolve your problems. Remember, one of your beloved's questionable life-choices was you.
Sent from my HTC MAGGIERAB™, a blethering Windows® phone from AT&T that is making my poor wee heid sare.
The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
Surely you mean sair??
ReplyDeleteI do... my dialect is dyslexic!
ReplyDelete(and stop calling me Shirley...)