Yes!Most women just wish that the man she married stayed the way he appeared to be when she met him - capable of finding normal household things on their own, able to withstand a cold without 24hr nursing & a trip to the ER, giving gifts without resentment, planning surprises for the fun of it, carrying 1/2 of a conversation for more than 2 mins, able to purchase groceries, clothing and pay bills without supervision..... ya know - be an adult
Exactly the way he appeared, in her mind. Too many people (on both sides) look at their potential spouse and see, not the person they are, but the person they either imagine or hope they can change them into. And when this proves to be impossible (or, at least too difficult for them to accomplish) they blame the other person for not making it easy.Most women just wish that the man she married stayed the way he appeared to be when she met him - capable of finding normal household things on their own, able to withstand a cold without 24hr nursing & a trip to the ER, giving gifts without resentment, planning surprises for the fun of it, carrying 1/2 of a conversation for more than 2 mins, able to purchase groceries, clothing and pay bills without supervision..... ya know - be an adult
In the town of Dunmow, in England, the is a longstanding tradition called the Dunmow Flitch. Every year, on Whit Sunday, a panel of six maidens and six bachelors is convened. Anyone that has been married for more than a year and a day can come to the panel and try to convince them that, in that year and a day, they have never wished they were not married. If they can convince them, they win a flitch (whole side of bacon). In 900 years, it has only been won three times.It seems that DW & I had unusual marriage, since other than an argument once a year (which usually started with a thoughtless comment on my part) we got along so well. I often told her that I loved everything about her - except her poor taste in men.
But yeah, that adulting thing can be a challenge at times (especially when it has to be re-learned).
Wow! That guy can really belt it out! I love the rock n’ roll flair.My new favorite Christmas song.
Finally cut it open last night. No seeds (well no mature seeds, there were some little nubs of seed coat matter that MIGHT have been abortions) and the taste was more or less lime normal. Funny brown discoloration on the core as well (which was slightly hollow)As hard as it is to believe, according to the label, THIS is a lime. I suppose I'll have a better idea of what happened when I cut it open (on the off chance it has seeds in there, I don't want to cut until I have a pot waiting).
Ahh. Just curious really about this over arching omnipotent judge everyone keeps referring towards. I have read a few greek classics and love the old words but this character seems less a diety save the omnipotence?
Is this a form of the common sense?