Standing Ovation

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I am an advice column junkie. I just adore them. Maybe I like to know there are people who have more problems than I do. Or that maybe having friends isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, anyway. Whenever I had friends, they all had crazy rules that they never told me about. I had to guess. Then people would get angry when I didn’t ‘know’. Like this one friend who was really sensitive about talking about her family. My dad had a mild stroke a few years ago, and, coincidentally, hers had one a day later. She didn’t ask about my dad, so I took this as a signal she didn’t want to discuss it. Well, you guessed it. She flew into a rage a few weeks later about how I never ask about her family. Well, she never asks about mine, either, I thought we were setting a tone? Ugh.

Then, of course, having to be informed two childhood friends aren’t speaking to me. It occurred to me the other day: Are there more? 🤣 how do you decide to no longer speak to a person you never interact with. Boggles me. I really want an explanation of the evolution of this. Because it’s so…

Anyway, reading Dear Prudence, which I pay for the Plus membership at Slate, because I love it. I saw this article and I had to share.

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And you can also see I’ve been shopping for slipper socks, they are inexplicably called reading socks now. If you are in Canada, indigo has some for $5. Last year’s sherpas! Fuzzy! We are also supposed to trade in our 2014 minivan. Wtf ? Our prior car was an 88 Caprice Classic. This trade in every 3 year garbage? No way. Plus, hubby is 6’5″ when he gets comfy, he stays put. He also only drives it on weekends to Wal-Mart and the grocery store.

He’s snoring away with dental floss in his mouth! Aww!

Goodnight all! 💜

 

Dear Prudence Letter Should be Required Reading!

It’s no secret I’m a huge fan of agony and advice columns. One of my favourites is Dear Prudence, as she rarely gets it wrong. (Unless we’re dealing with baby names).

Read the first letter in this column and see what you think!

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