I was sitting in my chair, thinking about a particular thing involving a particular person I was once married to. The particular thing was not the most pleasant episode in my entire life.
The boys wanted out, so I got up and did that, and then rather than return to the sitting and thinking chair I booted up the ‘pooter. Where I found a picture my daughter had sent me…
…which pretty much summed up the thing I’d been thinking about. And also all my reasons for the celibate parts of my hermit’s life.
OOOh, PMS and a bad hair day. That’s tough. LOL
Been there. Done that. Didn’t like it.
Some men were cut out to be bachelors. I read lots of comments on your blog from men who identify themselves as married who probably should have been bachelors. You now live a life that suits you, with beauty all around you (even the chickens have their glories, particularly in a stew pot surrounded by carrots, onions and potatoes). If tequila has the power to take you away from all the positive, wonderful, satisfying, productive, happy things in the life you have now and the people in the life you chose, pour the tequila on the ground or in the chicken’s water.
I dunno. If I take the celibate hermit route, it’s won’t be because of Lucy Lawless. Delicate flower or not.
Love it! I might have to get it made up into a t-shirt.