When my best friend's not quite ex-husband started going through her household trash, we decided he really needed something to find. Fortified by a tumblers or so of wine, we headed down to the local discount store to find condoms.
Imagine if you will the giggling that took place when two middle-aged, slightly tipsy, long married women discover that condoms come in sizes. We picked up a package of "Magnum" figuring that it would provide maximum aggravation to her idiot ex.
Imagine too, if you will, the chagrin we experienced when, walking out of the aisle with an extra large box of "Magnum" condoms in our cart, we bump into her former boss, my current co-worker, a semi-psycho bible thumper. We were in tears we were laughing so hard.
Jan and I moved from England to France in July 2002 and then, in February 2011, after nearly 9 great years in France we have moved to North Yorkshire, England, to be nearer to my ageing mother.
The move to France was primarily motivated by the opportunity to, 'have an adventure', after our children had flown the nest.
Well now the adventure continues. After six years back in England our delightful Beauceron Max has died and leaves a confused Minnie who has only ever known her beloved companion . She is a Beauceron, a large but very congenial, French breed of sheep dog.
By a total coincidence my mother told Jan that North Yorkshire, Ripon, is where I was conceived. Frankly, a bit too much information but it just goes to show that what goes around comes around.
This journal reflects the thoughts, likes, dislikes, fantasies and observations of our latest life in Yorkshire, for me, Jan, Minnie and my alter ego Ed.
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True story.
When my best friend's not quite ex-husband started going through her household trash, we decided he really needed something to find. Fortified by a tumblers or so of wine, we headed down to the local discount store to find condoms.
Imagine if you will the giggling that took place when two middle-aged, slightly tipsy, long married women discover that condoms come in sizes. We picked up a package of "Magnum" figuring that it would provide maximum aggravation to her idiot ex.
Imagine too, if you will, the chagrin we experienced when, walking out of the aisle with an extra large box of "Magnum" condoms in our cart, we bump into her former boss, my current co-worker, a semi-psycho bible thumper.
We were in tears we were laughing so hard.
A brilliant story. Thank you.
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