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Showing posts with label #wife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label #wife. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 29, 2014

What Men Really Want...

What Men Really Want…

Why must men insist and say
Care not for dress, throw wiles away
Who put it about, who heard it said
A man cares for the looks inside our heads?

But do they mean it, what they say?
Or is it an attempt to gain our bed?
They try to stay two steps ahead
Why must men persist and say…

A loving wife they wish to wed
To laugh and smile all the day
Intelligence should fill their head
Care not for dress, throw wiles away

It’s enough to make a girl see red
To find the original protégée.
Who thought enough to think of a way?
Who put it about, who made it said?

A girl is beautiful for skills she conveys
Not bosoms big, shining hair or lips of red
When that is true, I’ll seize the day
When a man cares for the looks inside our heads!


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Friday, February 28, 2014

Feel Sorry For The Pregnant Celebrites

I think the absolutely worst thing to be would be a pregnant celebrity during award season.  Imagine.  High Heels on Swollen Feet.  Trying to find something that fits. Whether or not to show or not show “the bump.”  Then you’re at the ceremony with all that good booze that you can’t drink, good food that with tastes bad or isn’t at all what you want; and probably a horrid headache from trying to maintain inane chatter with people you hardly know while at the same time maintaining a polite anonymity.  Plus, there is still the matter of having a 6-12 pound weight constantly pressing on your bladder with little to no opportunity to relieve yourself.  Also I’m sure that EVERY celebrity feels like unscrewing their jaw at the end of the night from the constant smile plastered on the face, win or lose.  Plus you MUST attend at least a few after parties or be socially snubbed for the upcoming year.  I almost would feel bad… except for the fact that this fictional pregnant celebrity is a celebrity, pregnant and going to an awards show. I’d find a way to deal with it or plead infirmity. I’d be happy for the problem and be willing to find a creative solution.  At least I’m smart enough to realize it’s a problem, right?  Any celebs looking for a smart, bookish, homemaker wife?  JK, of course… not really… well, maybe a little…