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Back to the OP's original situation: At times like that, for me, I would wish that I had been born independently wealthy rather than so incredibly handsome and humble. The humble part can really get to me sometimes!
 
And everybody else, too....
 
My magnanimous humbleness interferes with my good looks, superior intelligence, and superb personality. It makes in hard for mere mortals and muggles to take it all in.
 
Would you rather hurl or have the chocolate squirts? :sick:
 
Tough choice; let me contemplate that question.

But getting back to something Rick said - I didn't know that redhead was a varient of blonde. I was born redhead and now am grey. In between I was brunette. How the heck did that happen?
 
Cheer up, Brian. Soon you may become bald, and it won't matter any more.

Then you will not have to tear your hair out when contemplating questions like "Would you rather hurl or have the chocolate squirts? :sick:".
 
Ok, all seriousness aside, lets get back on topic.
 
I am apparently getting some kind of smelly soap, and my wife already knows most purfume makes me physically sick. So I agree that if I want something, I just buy the damn thing and be done with it. Case in point, my new contax g2.
 
My redhead occasionally quizzes me to make sure I still recognize jewelry that suits her taste. Once upon a time I was pretty good at it. Lately not so much. But my secret this year -- I'm consulting with her friends. I consider myself very lucky. Once she asked me "if you could have any camera in the world..."
 
Well folks, I am a red head and I will admit I think I am quite easy going. Oh well, keep the myth... :smile:

And getting back to the topic.....

I figure if she is willing to get the 'whole thing', let her. It is easier to then expand your activity to prints later than saying no now and having to pay the price (there is always a price) for bring it up later, when you change your mind. Having it all will not prevent what you actually planned to do, so why not?
 
Brianshaw - here's a suggestion to bring more peace into your home.

I'm pretty picky about clothes and the like - not that I've got caviar tastes, more like I usually can't stand the stuff the fashion gods think I should wear. Something I started doing a few years ago was pick out a few items, put them on hold, and then send my sweetie to the store, where he'd narrow down the choices and buy one or 2 items. I get a present I actually like, without being sure which item it is, he's spared the grief of knowing he can't possibly pick the right thing. I image the same thing could be done on the internet - putting a bunch of stuff in the "shopping cart" and letting the final selection and payment be done by significant other.
 
Sly, you are just too damned practical! Where is the romance? <<ROTFLMAOWBMHATD!!>>












rollingonthefloorlaughingmyassoffwhilebangingmyheadagainstthedesk
 
Nice compromise, Sly. I'll mention that and I bet it will go over well. The last isntruction I was given befroe I just gave up was, "Buy clothes only if you see one of hte manniquens wearing it." That worked too. It was perhaps my "realism" when it came to sizes that caused the disharmony. Please inform us, if you will, as to why some women would rather receive cute cloting that is sized too small and needs to be returned/exchanged versus cute clothing that would actually fit them?
 
Brian, if you have to ask you ain't gonna understand the answer.
 
Brian, if you have to ask you ain't gonna understand the answer.

You're probably right. I'm still with my first wife. What do I know about women?

Way back when I was a pup, my first boss urged me to get married right away... to anyone... whether there was love involvd or not. His theory is that a first marriage should be a training session for the real thing. As absurd as I thought that suggestion was, he's starting to make a little more sense to me.
 
Way back when I was a pup, my first boss urged me to get married right away... to anyone... whether there was love involvd or not. His theory is that a first marriage should be a training session for the real thing. As absurd as I thought that suggestion was, he's starting to make a little more sense to me.

A similar concept:
When I was growing up, a close family friend said, "The first child is like the first waffle off a new waffle iron. All the mistakes are made on it and therefore it should be promptly thrown out and start from fresh with a new one."
 
You're probably right. I'm still with my first wife. What do I know about women?

Don't start rocking the boat now by trying to understand!



She's probably just as confused about you at times-I guess that's what they mean about keeping the mystery in the marriage!:D
 
Not that I like injecting seriousness (Siriusness?) into an otherwise wonderfully messed up thread but I do have a fantastic suggestion for all you with "Christmas Gift Receiving Syndrome" Use Amazons wish list function. You can find pretty much everything on Amazon, chemicals, tanks and reels, etc. plus you can add items from other web sites. You fill out the list and send it to your favorite wealthy gift giver and they just have to click, click, click. My wife loves it, and shes not even a red head!
 
Siriusness? My girlfriend tells me to pick out what I want and then tell her how much to write the check for. She is always happy with what I get her. Why are you have problems?
 
I traded the ex in for six cans of dog food and a pint of beer, but now her hubby thinks he over paid me!
 
A similar concept:
When I was growing up, a close family friend said, "The first child is like the first waffle off a new waffle iron. All the mistakes are made on it and therefore it should be promptly thrown out and start from fresh with a new one."

My parents were too poor to afford a waffle iron. My mom had to make a pancake and have my father step on it with his army boots!

Matter of fact, messing me up this badly was a multi-step process!


When they got some money they divorced, which I guess is, uh, ironic.
 
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