congrats on the job offer to mr. yang. jobs can be just the thing to lend that dreary life some sense of purpose. not that your life is dreary. is your life dreary?
i have a girl anecdote: i was with my mother, who is of an older generation, having come more than half way through her fifth decade on earth. she's a dear, sweet woman who i wish well. so she told me one time, "Paul, I won't be home this weekend because we're going on our Girl's Getaway." i was bemused by the terminology, and in a fit of righteous PCness i replied, "Well, Mother, how often do you go on this WOMAN'S Getaway," with heavy emphasis (in case you missed my all-capital-letters cue) on the WOMAN part. and suddenly the joy on my mother's face was replaced by a bit of confusion followed by a stolid look of determination. with that same encouragement offered by a mofia don about to tell you that yes, you do indeed want to buy protection, she said, "Well, the GIRL'S Getaway is an annual thing." case closed. so to all those who may think otherwise: Linda Cockeram is NOT A WOMAN, she is A GIRL.
what does it mean? you tell me. different generations, different priorities. one thing is for sure: i was never scared of my mother before that moment, but i swear, if i had called her vacation a "Woman's Getaway" one more time, she would have snapped me like cold peanut brittle.
i remember that car of which you speak, kate. i had a pleasant evening in the backseat one night. i recall making plans to open a resort back there, to install a pool in the trunk and a tennis court in the floor area. im a big man, but ive never felt so small. it was nice. and then you ruined it and got your little 80's rock chix car. how could you?
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