Hmmmm....
Jerusalem Friend spent her week hiking, snorkeling, and taking in lectures at a CP conference. When I heard that, I nearly freaked out, seeing as she gets to do what I consider to be Pure Bliss while I'm chained to a desk. I started singing "Sloop John B," especially the first few verses, and thought about snorkeling off my grandparents' boat, The First Mate, when I was little. I keep telling myself that she deserves a vacation as much as the next person and I shouldn't begrudge it to her, but the other part of my brain is screaming "Evil Wench!!!! Evil!!! I wanna vacation!!!! I WANNA VACATION!!!"
When I spoke with her just now, she agreed that she shouldn't have teased me like that. After hearing some of the tales of the conference, my only significant comment on Cerebral Palsy was, "I don't care what they say...a woman who will stretch you is better than sex about 90% of the time." Personally, I think it's far easier to get laid than it is to find a woman who will help you to do something that's painful, necessary, and ultimately nearly blissful. We decided that that's a sad commentary on the modern state of affairs.
When I spoke with her just now, she agreed that she shouldn't have teased me like that. After hearing some of the tales of the conference, my only significant comment on Cerebral Palsy was, "I don't care what they say...a woman who will stretch you is better than sex about 90% of the time." Personally, I think it's far easier to get laid than it is to find a woman who will help you to do something that's painful, necessary, and ultimately nearly blissful. We decided that that's a sad commentary on the modern state of affairs.