i got all i can handle trying to keep just ONE person from being pissed off about: the fact I leave half-drunk diet coke cans all over the house, I don’t make the bed; I’m never on time; I cuss a lot; I don’t cook; etc.

I’m exhausted just thinking about adding anything or anyone to that mix.

(That, and a bladder that doesn’t hold up as well as it used to.)

Good stuff here….consider yourself linked. (soon)

I love your site and have added a link to it on my site at McCafferty’s Pub

For women, it can’t be a sorority-sister thing, where our common bond is NOT fidelity to the sisterhood, but sharing cashmere sweaters, costly cologne and — oh, yeah — our “boyfriend.” In Mormonism there were/are “rankings” for wives, as in “This is Hilda, my first wife. You’ll be reporting to her. Your children will be secondary to her children. You’ll be doing the scut work, while she eats bonbons in my featherbed.

Wouldn’t that be like, say, having a Mom you don’t like very much and ditto for her, and you’re both (all three, four) sleeping with the same man? And bossing each other around? Maybe that was part of its entertainment value: watching “the girls” fight over you.

Looks more toward “pecking order” than relationship. I dunno… I’m just sayin’ …