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Saga of a woman old enough to know better who lets her life be governed by the ridiculous hobby of breeding and showing dogs, musing on life, the twenty first century, Cameron and his mini-me, and the occasional sheep.
"IN DOG YEARS, I`M DEAD"

Sunday, June 18, 2006

WHAT A LIFE, WHAT A LIFE, WHEN YOU HAVENAE A WIFE - AND THE MAN NEXT DOOR`S GOT TWO ! (old Scottish saying) 

I was talking to a friend about TV and admitting that I would probably be watching the new HBO offering, "Big Love", about a Mormon with three wives. She felt that being one of three was a really unpleasant idea.

"What about the opposite? Three husbands?"

She was emphatic that one had been quite enough.

"But," I persisted, "Suppose you could choose? You could have one who was an absolute hunk -"

"The stud," she said.

"Yes, and then you could have one who was the ideal handyman, and a third who holds down a really top-flight highly-paid job."

"It has possibilities," admitted my seriously doggy friend. "Of course you would have the last two neutered....."
Comments:
Get idea!! I always told my 50something friend to trade her useless, slightly younger, husband in for an 18 year old stud and a 32 year old geek. (Guess neutering and having a geek are about the same?!?!)
 
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