As crazy as life can get in the urban classroom, the marginal city neighborhood with personal snipers on call, Snarky made me feel so thankful that I do not have to worry about being invited to a Cleanse Party. AND she reminded me that it’s high time we find something to celebrate with a cookie cake.
Why do women hate themselves? That’s the question my husband asked me last week as I stood in the kitchen chopping Granny Smith apples as he dipped his 73rd blue corn tortilla chip in guacamole and chased it with a Corona.
I was counting and congratulating myself on the genius decision I made to marry this man some 20 something years ago. He met all my spouse criteria.He was cankle free and has a freakishly fast metabolism which means he can eat a lot and never worry about wearing a man girdle. My whale-ish inability to burn fat was going to get a kick-start by joining up with Mr. Super Metab.
I also required a spouse who was smart. I hear wives all the time talk about how they’re so much smarter than their husbands. Really? Classic mistake. It’s all about upgrading your gene pool, ladies. You want to marry…
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