SP back inna hizzy. Man, ya gotta love that "gold premier frequent flier elite" status thing the airlines do. Not only do you get the lounge, your bags come off first AND they take them off the carousel and stack them neatly in the gold premier frequent elite status thingy area. Hit Huge Metropolitan Airport at Touchdown Time and 50 minutes later had got bag, cleared customs, taken shuttle, got in car, and was jammin' on the freeway. On Friday freaking night. In Coastal City, yo!
So I get home and there's a huge stack of mail -- WAW is making the point that she "respects" my privacy by not throwing out the junk mail, no matter how much she knows I don't really shop the Kinsley Manual (featuring the famous Langstrom 7-inch Gangly Wrench).
But there's also a wastepaper basket filled to overflowing with emails she's printed out, for whatever reason one would do that and then throw them in the can. So I'm tidying up, sort of smushing the papers down into the can, and this caught my eye.
It's as classic a bit of WASpeak as I think I ever encountered, from a friend of hers who is also a WAW (about 40-ish, with kids, 10+-year M), and who is going with Mrs. SP to Chic City at the end of September for what is apparently supposed to be some kind of Cougarathon, and I just thought I'd share it here for the edification of the New and the Bemused alike:
I believe more and more that monogamous marriage is incredibly unnatural, especially when started young, and that's why it is so difficult. There's the partner you marry and have kids with, and there's your true partner, the one you spend the rest of your life with -- and they are almost NEVER the same person. Some people accuse me of being cynical and rationalizing my own decisions -- WRONG! LOL -- but I know this is true because a lot of my friends and even acquaintances stay in unfulfilling marriages just because they are too scared to do the right thing for themselves. We should toast ourselves for having the courage to want more than that dead-end life.
