I'm not sure what you're referring to, but I'm not the shut-off type. I don't make silly threats with no follow-thru in that regard either. As it turns out I don't need to. Hoping you'll experience the joy of a solid relationship someday Mrs. M. Third times a charm they say.
BTW, your story seems a little far-fetched, unrealistic and unrecognizable. Are you sure you have the facts straight? It would be tragically whorifying if you were wrong.
I get it - you're menopausal. That explains the irrationality and anger. Make sure you're taking your calcium supplements!
Now you're just plagiarizing like your husband. Get your own comebacks. We both know I'm a spring peep in comparison to you.
Speaking of your husband, how is it that a Real Estate Broker/Computer Analyst with no education and a mysteriously sketchy professional history is going to write a book on finance? Self-publish? And to think he mocked the Cowboy's book.
I guess when you're on your 4th glass of cheap Cote du Rhone anything seems possible.
Maybe you can put this musical on at LR camp as a one-woman musical:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VylDAFPAHE8&feature=PlayList&p=C63B8FE56451B2E5&index=7
If you're a spring peep, that must make me an unhatched egg. I imagine your peepiness to look like this:
Ooh, it's so very Mussorgsky:
You'll perform Ballet of the Unhatched Chicks.
Maybe Smitten will grace us with Baba Yaga.
Let me get back to you on whether I'll interpret Samuel Goldenberg und Schmuyle or the Great Gates of Kiev... I've had to deal with security at that airport, which is a postmodern sort of gate...
...and of course we'll put the entire production under the heading "Dispute d'enfants après jeux"!! Duh, how'd I miss that the first time around?
I don't see you as either a skinny, nervous (poor)Jew or a a rich fat one. I think all of us embody Tuileries - children quarreling. though I have to say my favorite movement, musically speaking is Baba Yaga - I have a set of playing cards from Russia that have her pictured on them.
We can call it Bear Butte Camp.
