I’m reading a book called Rubbish Boyfriends. But hang on, that’s not all that’s responsible for this mood o’ mine. I’ve been talking (and talking and talking) to the following women: A has been steadily (as opposed to happily) married to a ‘Who says we get it right the first…
Lunch at the cafe, alone. At long last. My thoughts and I dine together. I’m Jill and I want lunch. The host wants me to sit in any one of the dingy corners and ignore the brighter, roomier booths in the centre. I make a wry face so he concedes…
While my pessimism as regards men, may know no bounds, she reminds me that some markets are always booming! Viva manhood and the spirit of madness, then! (Click on pic to see full comic on a new page)
I wanted to write this last week but I’ve been running late on a lot of things and just haven’t had the time. Nnnneeeaaarrrrrggghhh. Now usually I like to be this one foot here/the other there sort of person who expounds on the scientific reason behind certain superstitions, the validity…
When sambar isn’t sambar without masala powder, why are we to accept a matrimonial match with no attraction?
Heeheehee….got this picture off The Lady‘s post. It reminded me of the time my friend got married. The pre-wedding days were a time of much mirth for the cronies of the bride and groom. But of course. We were such a bunch of wits. For the wedding night, we decided…
I might have missed this news if Best Friend hadn’t told me about it. I was horrified. I knew her when she was still a starry-eyed teenager. She was one of those tall, slender girls who carry themselves straight-backed and everyone else thinks they’re being snooty. But she wasn’t. She…
Even after my own parents throw up their hands in despair at my marital status (or the lack of it) and stop bugging me, there are others who will persist, good intentions intact. The results are sometimes howl-a-rious. See here: Oh dear, who will tell her that saying “I like…
I have been pondering the meaning of commitment. Ha. Today’s thought for the day says,
Honesty is not something to flirt with. We must be married to it.
Sometimes I think the only reason women have a problem at all, is because of the fairytales that are fed to us as children, all ending predictably in ..and they lived happily ever after. So who knows what “happily ever after” really means? I’m just finding out. Nope, I haven’t…