Here's my funny story. We once had a damaged toilet seat. The ex was in charge of finding a replacement. He couldn't and was going to change the whole toilet bowl before we stopped him. And quickly found a replacement seat.
Looking back at this incident, I am starting to sort of understand how I got replaced so thoroughly and unexpectedly.
I don't need a handyman. Handiness is icing on the cake. I just need someone who suffers well the messiness of life and me plus kid. But I am probably looking for unicorns and rainbow farts.
Going for lessons sound cool and you're right that we'll probably be one of a few, if not the only, females in the class. I like your strategic thinking.
You can call me Dory/ Grl.
As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"
It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
Kml, I used to overthink things but now I have swung the other way and become too impetuous.
I need to find a balance. I totally hear you about the part on treading carefully when offering advice. I have a tendency to shoot my mouth off when I am with family. I seem to use up my quota of tact for colleagues abd friends and have none left for the ones dearest to me.
You can call me Dory/ Grl.
As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"
It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
What else would you have in mind? A freckled guy named Richard?
I bought a whole case of Heinz Spotted Dick on Amazon. My British neighbor eats it. I always try to have some on hand for his Guy Faux party (it's next month).
