GL Tirebiter>>>>>When I read the rest of your post which is funny and oh so true. I kind of zone out. They are not/were not the happiest of times.
Too much is flooding my memory banks and I don't want to cry, so I am trying to figure out something funny to make the pain go away.
OK OK I got it. What if I say when I first got married, my husband had only old bachelor clothes, with soup stains and boogers on his ties.
Nothing he had, fit him well, did anything for him. No taste, no class, no vision.
He had to get new clothes. He took me where he always shopped. Men's Ware Wear Well. The store was the kind of store where you buy funeral clothes for your relative who isn't going to leave you anything. Just so that you get the picture.
I took him to the main professional men's store in the city and the men there, started turning my pigs ear purse, into something, beautiful.
It might sound silly, but that is one of the things I miss about being divorced. Picking out men's suits, shirts, ties, knowing the brand names that made my ex shine.
There, I feel better.
Vacation shouldn't be about getting dressed up to sit all day in an arena, listening to Bible talks. Husbands, that is not vacation.
Hey Willllmmmmmlmaaaaaa. Have you got our boxed lunches ready? Not just yet, Fred.
( FacePalm ) Shaking head.
Just Lois