Skip to comments.Nature of Friendship Among Women Explored
Posted on 07/10/2005 6:46:42 AM PDT by Diana in Wisconsin
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I dunno. It is definitely harder than most things, including brain surgery and rocket science, but I don't make any money at it. Which does suck, BTW. : )
The types of payment we receive are more valuable than money. :-)
I resemble tha remark.
PS... What color nail polish is that?
Who does your facials?
Have you tried the new blah blah blah....
Well teeny, I knew I liked you for a reason. I am your FRiend, like it or not and you are mine.
We are cut from the same cloth, I think.
I've never had a facial.
I cut my own hair (it's curly, so no one can tell when I screw it up).
But I did get a massage yesterday. Those are killer.
Avgas eats nail polish.
I haven't had a facial in years.
I have to have my hair cut professionally - it's a wild mane.
I don't blow it dry or curl it or anything. I run a pick through it and walk out the door. The sun and wind do the rest.
PS... I would love a massage.... right about .... nnnnoooowww..
Would that cloth be burlap? Nothing floral, I hope.
I still don't know what Toile is!?
I own nothing with flowers on it.
Or anything pink.
My walls are covered in airplane pictures - and one original landscape. Oh.. and that autographed picture of Micky Mantle.
It made me think that I might suggest one of my children go into massage therapy as a career. ; )
I love flowers, as I am a gardener. But if someone tried to put some kind of flowerdy b.s. border wallpaper in my house, they would die trying.
I have three girls. I have A LOT of pink in my house. But not where it matters.
My walls are covered in art. Lots of friends and family members who are artists, and my sheet rock has paid the price.
I remember one time in another life, I was trying to be friendly to the women folk at a New Years party. They kept getting pissed because I always hung out with the husbands, and figured I was just a whore or something. I didn't have the heart to tell them that it was because I thought they were all a bunch of shiny door knobs, so I decided to give it a shot. Soon, the conversation turned to the best pantyhose and which toe nail polish wouldn't chip. I am not kidding. It was at that very moment that I decided to never again try to "fit in". I forever went back to the land of foul language, imbibing, and dirt.
You and me both.
I've tried to be friends with my buddies' wives and have practically crawled out of windows to get away from them.
Yesterday one of them tried to tell me all about her new nutritionist, manicurist, whatever, I nodded off twice and ran away when she turned her head.
PS... I believe it's pronounced just like Tool.
you said tool
I'd recommend staying away from it. It sounds like it might be contagious.
The great thing about women like us, at least from our husbands' perspectives, is that when we do get all girlied up, it makes them feel like they are having unlawful carnal knowledge of another woman. :-)
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