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My life as I know it, is about to change.
By this time next week I will be on my 4th family-less day and hopefully loving it.
I used to have a daydream where I ran away from my family with pockets full of cash, a one way ticket to Paris and a pilot case stuffed with great shoes.
Then I settled for the 8:30-4pm school/work day reprieve. But, even as much as I LOVE my house, and the quietly productive time I spend there, I also have to deal with telephones, animals and all too obvious chores.
Beginning Monday, I will spend more than 2 weeks away from home, …
Lysol: How to Keep Your Man
The writing is pretty hard to read in the second ad, but it closes with:
“I wouldn’t be satisfied now with salt, soda or other homemade solutions! Not with “Lysol,” a proved germ killer that cleanses so gently yet so thoroughly. It’s easy to use and economical.”…
You might think this is Greece, which reminds me of a story.
Almost 15 years ago, after we were married in Florence, it took us 23 hours to get to Athens, Greece via ferry from Italy. We were cheap and almost broke and had to run to catch the last departing ferry boat/large ship. We paid the passage, only to learn they had no more cabins.
This was our honeymoon night.
We drank and talked in the small dining/bar area of the ship, meeting new people biding our time until everything closed down and the people who were lucky enough to get rooms went off …
Travelers Insurance Company SUCKS
I was in the front seat of the Chrysler 300M when my husband smashed into the back of a slick gold domestic rental car. We weren’t on our way anywhere special and no one was hurt- except the 300M- badly- and a teeny, tiny ding in the other guy’s rental car. I was, for anyone who knows me, surprisingly calm and even quiet. I said nothing other than, “What the hell?” and “Nice one.”
My husband’s red face complete with throbbing temple vein said the rest. There was no need to rub it in. And hey, what’s done …
