I overheard the following snatches of conversation between two women in the locker room at my gym today:
"On my birthday, he took a gift my friend had given me -- a beautiful orchid, worth $200 -- destroyed the birthday card, and gave it to his sister. And I didn't find out until later when my friend called me up and asked about it!"
"He let strangers wear my clothes. My fur coat."
"I married a woman, Jane. I married a woman. He was the lady of the house."
Actually, I take that back. It wasn't a conversation. It was a monologue.
Monday, January 12, 2009
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Um... I'm not at all sure how to respond to this. It's kinda scary. And yet, funny at the same time.
Hi I popped in here from Outside Voice. And no that doesn't sound like my husband AT ALL. He just is really fond of pany hose. Thought I'd get overly personal on the first post because I'm extremely hungry and tired.
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