Singlarity: Question of the Week

I have a question I’d like answered. Say you’re a man who is getting divorced and you have several small children. You’re still in love with your soon-to-be ex-wife but she’s done with you. Is it really fair for you to put yourself out there on the market before you’ve even gone to court to decide child custody and to use another woman to help you get over your ex-wife and rebuild your self-esteem, especially when that other woman probably won’t be the one to become stepmother of your children? Then again, you have to start somewhere, right?

The situation just seems incredibly unfair.

I wouldn’t mind hearing from the Strong Jaw of Justice on this one, just to get a manly-man’s opinion.

Your Mom said you have hemorrhoids

So yesterday I got an email from a long time friend asking me how I was feeling because she heard that I wasn’t well. In this particular case, my Mom had bumped into her aunt and told her what was actually wrong with me, and since she’s a close friend, my embarrassment was minimal.

Thank you, Murphy’s Law

This past weekend I went on a family excursion down South. Nothing went smoothly. Nothing. Not until the third day of our trip when we were heading back North. I endured engine trouble, a leaky hose that wasn’t leaky until the engine trouble was sorted, a gassy roommate who wasn’t gassy until I had almost fallen asleep, anxious border patrol officers, an inadequate wardrobe which forced me to go shopping at Old Navy at 8:45pm (the mall closes at 9:00pm), lazy hotel reception staff that threw keys at us and told us to pick out a room, meals that were few and far between, far from nutritious and loaded with everything I’m not supposed to eat on my diet, and to add insult to injury, I had the unenviable visible-panty-line/wedgie combo for a minimum of 36 hours. That being said, I had a fantastic time because I was with family and my family loves to laugh at everything. So every trial, every awkward circumstance and every crossroad was met with humour and believe me, they let me have it when it came to the VPL/wedgie combo. My little cousin put it best when he asked in all seriousness, “Why you bottom keep eatin’ you panty?”