Being DEPEND-abled

Being DEPEND-abled


Last weekend, the ladies and I spent quality time, with wine, at the Arts Festival. Since we had not seen each other in a while, conversation turned from school to homes to books and to bad dates.


I had forgotten about this story.


Once upon a time, there was a successful silver fox living in my town. His fifth wife took him for everything.


When he returned to town for a wedding, he invited me to lunch.


“Now that I’m selling real estate,” he explained, “I’ve had to give up my yearly birthday gift to myself – liposuction.”


I laughed at the way he saw the changes in his life and lifestyle.


After lunch, he invited himself back to my house to watch True Blood. I know. When I was re-capping this story for my girlfriends on Saturday, I couldn’t figure out how that happened.


He excused himself to use the powder room, came back, and said, “You know, I remember the first time I saw you. You were wearing a black v-neck dress with pearls at the Jazz Festival Gala.”


That was impressive. That event happened six years earlier.


I excused myself to visit the powder room. In the wastebasket, was his DEPEND undergarment.



I guess it is good to be dependable.


But, I cannot bring myself to depend on someone depend-abled – yet.



About hookershorde

I am a school teacher, animal advocate and rescuer, yogi, and happy!
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3 Responses to Being DEPEND-abled

  1. amysalyer says:

    Oh. Mah. Gawd!!!


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