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Archive for February, 2005

Re: Of Vice and Men

February 24th, 2005 : No Comments »

P,

So I should be flattered that hubby prefers twenty-one year old blond coeds, assuming men are only attracted to one type?  Dearest P, you know I’m not one to interfere in others’ lives or especially their marriages (please do try to compose yourself), but for some time I’ve been aware of the oldballandchain’s Svengali- like grip over you in these matters.  Sure, he pretends you’re the boss concerning children and home but who really cares about those issues?  I think he’s figured out just how to make you believe that your thin blond self, with so many great assets, shall we say, isn’t what a nearly middle-aged (do I hear forty running toward someone awfully fast?) and dare I say it, slightly balding, fellow prefers.  I do fear he hopes you won’t notice and wonder why you’re not living in Tuscany with a European aristocrat (or Dick Cheney–although I think he prefers a bit nastier woman).  Of course I can’t act out against your oldballandchain for his Machiavellian plot.  Suddenly do feel the need to yell at hubby, however.  I’m sure he’s done something. 

Faithfully,

C.      

Posted in Sex in the Suburbs

Butterfly Body and Bulldog Mouth

February 23rd, 2005 : No Comments »

P,

Troubled to learn yesterday that eldest son made a classmate cry.  The details are, as you might imagine, quite sordid.  Husband seemed rather untroubled by the incident, claiming the other boy cries all the time, and the kids really must work it out themselves.  I’m certain that hubby’s shooting of hapless victims on his Xbox as we talked didn’t impact his perspective at all.  The larger issue, I think, is whether said son may be a candidate for Team America.  As you know from the film, it may be a quintessentially American characteristic to be so completely absorbed in one’s own perspective and place in the world that unwitting victims or their property are often left in a heap of rubble.  But, damnit, somebody has to keep the French safe!  So, although eldest will dutifully report to school today with an apology and genuine profession of friendship, I wonder whether I have done a disservice to our country in the long run.  Kindness is good but it doesn’t protect America or get you your own reality tv show.  And the terrorists know it.  P, you know I’m not one to point fingers, but do you think the boy’s mother could be working for the other side?

Faithfully,

C.

Posted in Motherz in the Hood

Re: Butterfly Body and Bulldog Mouth

February 23rd, 2005 : No Comments »

C,

As we all know, it’s far better to be the bully than the bullied, right, so why are you even giving this issue a second thought? Must admit, it is rather cunning of this woman to suggest that your son is the one with the problem, but if I were you, I’d simply hand her a copy of the Homer Simpson Code of the Schoolyard, which states:

1. Don’t tattle
2. Always make fun of those different from you
3. Never say anything unless you’re sure everyone feels exactly the same way you do

If your friend’s son will only adhere to these rules, he may well join the lucky ranks of the tormentors, not the tormented, aka becoming a reality show contestant (your ultimate dream, right?). Who knows, he may even be given honorary European citizenship, the pre-requisite for which involves always running with the herd, never sticking up for anyone and of course, surrendering at the first sign of trouble. As someone who has followed these rules her entire life, and has the European passport to prove it, I can attest to their success.

Faithfully,

P.

Posted in Motherz in the Hood

Early Bird Special

February 22nd, 2005 : No Comments »

C,

Is it a bad sign when old people start to make sense? Case in point: on date night, this weekend, the oldballandchain and I calculated that if we palmed off the children on their grandparents early enough, we could catch dinner and a movie and still be home by nine p.m. And this actually sounded like a bonus! Then we picked a restaurant not on the basis of food or decor, but because it was the only one that didn’t have a line halfway down the street. Even the Early Bird Special has started to make sense: you beat the crowds; you can actually hear what the other person is saying, and best of all, the extra hour in bed compensates for all those sleep interuptions caused by having to get up to pee. What’s next do you think? Will Depends start to seem like the only answer to the problem outlined above? What if Willard Scott starts to look hot? Before you give up on me in despair, however, I’d like to point out that my husband and I did ultimately manage to throw caution to the wind by hanging out in Barnes & Nobel after dinner, thereby pushing bedtime back to a shocking TEN PM, but I’d better up the dose on my heart medication before doing that again. A girl can only cope with so much excitement.

Faithfully,

P.

Posted in Oldest Swingers in Town

Re: Early Bird Special

February 22nd, 2005 : No Comments »

P,

I’d like to say I have no idea what you’re talking about, but on Day 2 of the tenth anniversary trip, much time was spent gazing at books, reading excerpts aloud to one another, with some napping in between.  We did discover, however, a free "adult" movie on the hotel’s movie guide (we were just looking, after all) and found ourselves feeling rather adventurous.  It was,in the end, a Virgin Airlines ad done as a fake porn film.  Not bad advertising, to be sure, but how to explain to everyone why we’ll only fly Virgin Air henceforth? The movie so inspired us that we decided to partake of the real thing, that is, a real porn film, not the act itself.  I figure at $12.99 it was the best value of the whole trip.  Got to keep my cute clothes on and wasn’t forced to redo my face before dinner.  Considering a whole collection for the old boy.  As long as he promises to go to sleep by ten.

Faithfully,

C. 

Posted in Oldest Swingers in Town