I have used feeding cats as an excuse to get off the phone so often, I have a friend who is not a close friend and annoys me most of the time but she’s been in my life forever and can’t take a hint when you’re trying to get off the phone, like “Hey Fern. I have to get off the phone,”, and she keeps talking. Now when we get on the phone, the first thing she says is “how long do I have till you have to feed your cats?”
Your voice is whip-sharp and heavy with such wry honesty and grief. Beneath the laughter, I could feel that pain of lost time and recovered. You have such a gift for weaving memory and sense into something so startlingly human. Thanks for this strange, beautiful dispatch from the wilds.
To have sex you need to hang out with people of either gender, which I don’t do. Sometimes I don’t even have sex with myself because it’s too complicated. Thank you for yet another witty thought provoking post.
“I could write a sex book that would fill a paragraph.”
Heck, I could write one that would fill a sentence, one with no dependent clauses. But I’m just a guy.
Do you have amnesia, too? Fyi, I just updated the piece.
You, my dear Judith Hannah Weiss, are a gem, a miracle, and a presence to behold. My life got better the day I started reading you.
That’s a great story: Martin needs some cream. Hysterical.
Dating .. What's that!!😲😊😂 abstinence .. Who knew!!😇 .. Laughter wins!!😊😀😁😂
Misplaced laughter can kill a date, Sheila. 🤡
Only for the insecure .. Or easily, unnecessarily, shamed!!
Would you take that chance?
Yup!
I have used feeding cats as an excuse to get off the phone so often, I have a friend who is not a close friend and annoys me most of the time but she’s been in my life forever and can’t take a hint when you’re trying to get off the phone, like “Hey Fern. I have to get off the phone,”, and she keeps talking. Now when we get on the phone, the first thing she says is “how long do I have till you have to feed your cats?”
If you’re dating someone, make him meet your cat. How he reacts is a tell-all.
Your voice is whip-sharp and heavy with such wry honesty and grief. Beneath the laughter, I could feel that pain of lost time and recovered. You have such a gift for weaving memory and sense into something so startlingly human. Thanks for this strange, beautiful dispatch from the wilds.
To have sex you need to hang out with people of either gender, which I don’t do. Sometimes I don’t even have sex with myself because it’s too complicated. Thank you for yet another witty thought provoking post.