The begining or a sign of things to come?
I found a picture tonight that made me pause. I was a baby seated precariously in my mother’s lap. She is gazing blankly into the distance; looking stern and beautiful. The dog and I have our eyed locked on each other.
To this day, I'll hug a lice infested junkyard dog, but I can barely tolerate people. Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
My husband wants me to gaze at clouds with him tonight, because I am angry with him and he fancies this a romantic gesture. How can I explain to him that it is only romantic if he does this on the nights I am tolerable of him? I'd love such an invitation on any other day. But, he is not the sort of person who watches clouds. He is the sort of person who would chew through his own arm to get out of a fight. I don't mind him wanting to jump through hoops to win my favor, but I am not about to hold them up for him and applaud as he goes through. I mean, really......what sort of woman does that?
To this day, I'll hug a lice infested junkyard dog, but I can barely tolerate people. Which came first, the chicken or the egg?
My husband wants me to gaze at clouds with him tonight, because I am angry with him and he fancies this a romantic gesture. How can I explain to him that it is only romantic if he does this on the nights I am tolerable of him? I'd love such an invitation on any other day. But, he is not the sort of person who watches clouds. He is the sort of person who would chew through his own arm to get out of a fight. I don't mind him wanting to jump through hoops to win my favor, but I am not about to hold them up for him and applaud as he goes through. I mean, really......what sort of woman does that?