I read a study several years ago where researchers talked to couples who had been married more than 50 years. Most of the men were almost tearful, describing how wonderful their wives were, etc. Most of the women said something to the effect of “yeah, it’s been great.”
So true. I think it would have never happened with a croc or a snake because he knew them and their habits and reactions so well. It wound up being an animal he had very little experience with. Sad.
I love road trips, but I still stay in hotel rooms. My dream is to drive all over the US, but given my husband’s health issues I don’t see that happening.
Well, since the comic is called “Thatababy,” I’m guessing never.
A couple of weeks ago I was fortunate enough a couple to see the synchronous fireflies in the Great Smoky Mountains. It was magical.
A lot of women spend WAAAAAAYYYYYY too much time “looking within.” And I’m a woman.
No, she has things SHE wants to do and drag him along whether he is the least bit interested in them or not.
Her slats are ALWAYS open.
It’s short for “sugar.” And Kip is an idiot. Does he really want to live the rest of his life being tracked like some wild animal?
We grew up next door to our grandparents, who had a large farm. My grandmother would take care of Hammie post haste. You think you’re bored now? Try waking up to a literal mountain of corn that needed to be shucked and silked. Or a couple of bushels of green beans that needed to be strung and broken. Of course, now I wish I could relive that, but at the time I remember telling my grandmother I hated green beans and besides we could always buy some at the grocery store. She’d say what if the grocery stores didn’t have food, and I was incredulous. She raised 7 kids during the Great Depression. I did love going down into her cellar and seeing all the cans of food and the different colors—red beets, green beans, yellow corn, orange peaches. It was almost magical.