Not tonight, Dear,
I’m having a headache
this year.

Oh how married life changes people.

 

After many years, the foxy girl can become flabby.

That fabulous guy can become frustrating.

And frustrated!

 

Sometimes I wish my husband was a traveling

salesman who traveled. But then who would catch

the mouse in the kitchen, open the pickle jar I can’t,

scratch the itch on my back I can’t reach, bring me tea

with lemon and honey when I have a sore throat?

 

I love my husband—most of the time. Even though

I know EVERYTHING about him. But he doesn’t have a

clue about me. What man really knows a woman?

 

Even after all these years, before I go to bed, I still

sanitize, deodorize, moisturize, and Shalimarize.

My husband just shows up. He’s looking for lust.

I’m looking for love.

 

So when he’s horney and reaches out in bed,

I don’t think I’m the only woman sometimes thinking:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Bring out your
wedding picture.

Show your husband.

Maybe he’ll remember that love

and you’ll remember
that lust.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You’re just a button click away– and I’d love to hear from you.

 

About your world, your family, your joys and frustrations, growing up, growing older, even recipes–even though I stopped cooking–by request–years ago.

 

Goodbye until next time…

Hope your day turns out as well as I hope
(but doubt) my will,

Gingy (Ilene)