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RE: My Response To The 100th (Yup, I said 100th!!!) Weekend Engagement Blog Prompt.

Oh, I'm a solid 10! Oh heck, I understand what you mean now...

Although m'lady may well be travelling to Halifax with her absolutely inferior partner, I doubt very much if I will convince her along to the meetup, she would be far too self-conscious to go in to a room of people she does not know. Which is crazy as she is such a natural, caring, empathetic, friendly, smiley person, I am very lucky to have her. ((I suspect we both struck gold in the very best way possible for living a fulfilling life)).

Also, wherever we go, ((true story)) she has to field the very same question, over and over:

How do you cope with him???

Usually quickly followed up with:

You must have the patience of a Saint!

Hurtful, right?

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 3 years ago (edited) 

Cue the whistle... That's just her passive aggressive way of calling herself a Saint. Du-d-du-d-dooo.


We have a lot in common, your wife and I. I'm 'prickly,' Pura calls it, I don't do stuff like talk to landlords for example—real long list of phone calls I'm forbidden to take, she has to do that stuff. American, Los Angeles you know how they are. All demanding and entitled and me me me, say what they think type shit. I'm on my best behavior when she's around plus she makes me look real good.

Especially around here. All I gotta do is say fuck, for example, and they look at me funny like I have horns but to me it's just a verb.

See you soon you 10, you.