women need a code

Yea, Yea, I know. A good man is hard to find, and a hard man is good to find, and all that, but seriously, ladies, we need a commandment.

And the commandment should be, "Thou shalt not mess (physically or mentally) with another girl's husband".

It's bad enough men have been known to independently, of their own free will, cheat on their wife or fall out of love with their wife. But worse when they are seduced away by some siren who deliberately sets their sights on a married man.

(Clarification: This is absolutely NOT happening to me and FM right now, but rather we are watching someone try to split up a guy and his wife, who were already on some fairly rocky ground.)

It's bad enough to "worry" about your husband straying, but knowing there are women out there who are more than ready to sacrifice your marriage for their pleasure is B-A-D.

And, another thing gals. A guy who is willing to leave his wife for you is probably more likely to be willing to leave YOU for another sometime later down the line.

There are probably better ways to get a man than to steal one away. But, regardless, we need to quit doing this to one another.

And start worrying if our toenail polish matches our lipstick and our sandals. And where to find AVAILABLE men. Unmarried men. Men who are NOT already married. Get it?!?!?

Good.

Even when I was single, I didn't mess with married men.

Very often. :-)

NaNoWriMo

Because I hate myself and am a glutton for punishment, I have signed on officially today for National Novel Writing Month at NaNoWriMo.org . As you can see, I write RELIGIOUSLY here, and sometimes over here.

But I've really never tried anything quite this formatted, rigid, and time constrained. Yes, I've started many a book while out here in the world, but I've never been able to get very far. In order to "win", I have to write 50,000 words this month. In one story. About one plot. In 30 days. While in Israel and at home. 30 days, my friends. Did I mention the 30 days part?

So, I will either have given up by Friday or come December 1 I will have the beginnings of a novel that will require extensive revisions, editing, and all those other fun things.

Wish me luck. I'm going to need it.

GEE-RONE, And Possibly in Pretty Bad Taste. . . But Whatever

Pavarotti is standing at the pearly gates.

St Peter opens them and says, 'Oh, it's you Luciano, come on in, squeeze through.'

Pavarotti says, 'Hold on, I've got an envelope for you from the Pope.'

St Peter opens it up and reads it.

'HERE'S THAT TENOR I OWE YOU."

You have a WHAT?

Okay. I have known FM for over 12 years. In a veeeery intimate way. Oh, the things I could tell you. . .
heehee.

But, one thing I didn't know until yesterday at lunch, is FM has a gold tooth.

Granted, it's on the side, toward the back, and hardly visible.

But, I didn't KNOW!

How could I not know my HUSBAND had a GOLD TOOTH?!?!?

And, my initial reaction?

"I have to remember not to bury you with that!"

Iraeli Girls are STACKED

It's a strange but true phenomena. Israeli woman have large breasts.

I don't know what else to say. I've never felt so flat in my life.

If you're a boob man, this IS the place to be.