the weighty subject of husbandry

firstly: i've put out an SOS to all and sundry for top tips in keeping your husband happy.you didn't think i was talking about the four legged critters ever did you????

husbandry. it's an art form. a highly intensive discipline.

and related: i shall haul my size xxxx knickers on tuesday next to the ivory Palms resort at 5.30pm and check in to weightwatchers. yes: it HAS come to this. and NO, i'm not telling what size. just forget it.

i'll tell when/if they ever get to the teeny weeny itty bitty bikini level. meanwhile take your visions and wet dreams elsewhere and keep this screen clean please.

Thus far i've been overwhelmed with responses on the top tips to keeping your husband happy.

Today's little pearl of wisdom is:

Sex, sex, sex, sex and sex. Apparently this is important. I did mention in an earlier epistle that i have been pretty dismal in husbandry success ratings. hmmmm. there you are - it's at the tippy top, hands down, no competition - outside winner in the best top tip to keeping your husband happy.

Although one smart woman, my pal Madeleine from somewhere in the northern states of the great US of A opined on whether husbands are ever happy. I think her words were, and forgive me Madeleine if i mis-quote: less grumpy perhaps, content maybe....but happy?

Tomorrow's tip is interesting and to me, at least, somewhat surprising. i wonder whether you'll agree.

now: i hope i've whetted your appetite for all of this. Do tune in again tomorrow. same spot. more getting of wisdom.

more blah to the blog

i can't believe it. my hard worked blog has vanished.

i had just found this great image and pasted it in. this post has been tough going. just one of those days when the sweet juices of great content are just not jizzing.

mutterings about index fingers. obtuse and worse.

warblings about blog experts and instant visions of wealth via fresh content which is where the visual came in.

let me go try this again. yup - there it is. the apple. fresh is best like content is king.

refresh. went to hairdresser. pretty sandal broke. looking v. porky. ahhhhh. now i remember.
it's the "W" time. ritualistic public humiliation of the weigh-in.

the only thing that works for me. such a simple soul.

even the hounds are looking fat.

drama with the Italian Greyhound

What do you do when your dog is stung by a bee?
In this case - panic!
I don't know who had the most palpitations - Luce (the italian greyhound) or me.
Phil, one of our fellow business owners appeared at the door saying something was wrong with Luce. He'd been reclining in the $5.00 dollar basket - as he does - when Phil and Sandy noticed he'd suddenly leapt up and disappeared. Following they'd found him on the footpath. Wobbly, panting.
Interested parties on the increase. The dog is popular.
Given Luce's record of rabid reaction to almost anything and everything - i got my bottom off it's post quicker than a flea in flight.
Calling shotgun to Ms Justy (my offline friend referred to in an earlier post - read, read, read i exhort you my friends!)
Clutching panting hound to breast - no you ejjits - it wasn't my breasts he was panting over. Well, yes he was panting over them to be the pedant, but not panting about them....Lordy, give me strength with the blogerati
Ms Justy says "give me the keys and go". But first Ms Justy went looking and came back with a bee in a bottle. Poor bee. Not very well. The bee, pour soul had obviously been sharing the $5.00 basket with Luce. Neither of them particularly benefiting from the experience.
Vet time.
I have a sense of resignation about Luce and vet bills.
A bit like my sense of resignation about husband(ry) and happiness.
There's no point fighting the inevitable.
Some time later, the hound and i returned to base. Hound fine. He's back out on the turn already, toured his fan club, looking for treats, avoiding the bee basket and recumbent in his favourite afternoon sunning spot.