And I have no idea why, since the dog is Man’s Best Friend, and stupidly hot summers are no friend to anyone.
I’ve been married nearly 45 years (this January 12 is that anniversary). I won’t claim that we haven’t had some difficult times – we moved, for example 17 times in the first 15 years. We had 3 kids in 4 years.
We’ve endured the deaths of ALL of our parents, and each of us has lost a brother before their time.
We don’t always agree — for the last 10 years, I’ve voted differently than my husband, supporting candidates that he despised.
We’ve had “discussions” about housework, bills, and laundry.
In short, just like everyone else.
Indeed. My own marriage lasted only nine years, and it was crumbling long before the decree was issued. And she still has one parent left. But like Linda’s, it started on the 12th of January — next anniversary would have been the forty-first. I concluded long ago that some people were just wrong for each other; it was later that I realized that I was wrong for anyone. Coming to grips with that has not been easy.
Stage magicians have been slicing women in half for ages; traditionally this has been a horizontal cut through the midsection, but a few decades back, someone came up with the idea of cutting the young lady lengthwise. I never did figure out how that illusion worked. And I have no idea how this variation on the theme is accomplished:
Somewhere, I suspect, an illusionist is adapting the common woodchipper to stage magic. I’m not sure I want to know how that’s going to work.
Imitation is said to be the greatest form of flattery but for one Melbourne driver, taking to the streets of Albert Park has turned into a great form of foolery.
Just 10 minutes after purchasing a 2013 Porsche SUV, a 37-year-old Yallambie man was pulled over after allegedly being clocked at more than 60km/h over the speed limit and had his new car impounded.
The enthusiastic driver filmed himself on a mobile phone while travelling at more than double the speed limit along Aughtie Drive, part of Melbourne’s Grand Prix Circuit.
I’m guessing he thought the police never, ever look at social media. But they didn’t have to, since they caught him in person.
Forget the Colonel’s eleven herbs and spices. This stuff supposedly tastes like the inside of Toru Hagakure’s socks:
At first glance, the menu at Japanese takeout chain Tenka Torimasu looks incredibly simple. They serve karaage (Japanese-style fried chicken), karaage bento boxed lunches with rice, cabbage, and potato salad, and that’s all. But there’s a hidden depth of variety at Tenka Torimasu, because of how many different flavors of fried chicken they offer.
Want teriyaki fried chicken? No problem. Neither are curry, wasabi, sweet chili, ponzu, or plum. And as this month, you can also try girls’ sole flavor.
Just to make that clear, that’s not “girls’ soul” or any other representation of the concept of youthful femininity, but “girls’ sole,” as in “this fried chicken tastes like the bottom of a young woman’s foot.”
Definitely don’t get the extra crispy.
“That song isn’t mine anymore,” said Trent Reznor after hearing Johnny Cash’s cover of the Nine Inch Nails song “Hurt.”
Wonder what he might have thought of this?
And I’ve gotten raspier over the years. Wonder what’s going to happen to this young lady?
I mean, God forbid she should end up sounding like me.