Does anyone else HAVE to HAVE that Halston Heritage dress SJP is wearing? But I digress…
My husband turned 40 last year. For years, in preparation of his mid-life crisis, he had been planning a boys trip to the golf mecca of Ireland. But as the milestone approached, it seemed the world’s financial markets imploded all at once (Bernie Madoff, the sub-prime debacle, free-falling world economies) and the trip was called off. Fast forward to 2010, my husband and his band of merry men flew to Ireland 8 days ago to chase a tiny white ball all through the rolling dunes of Ireland, Iceland’s burping volcano and British Airways crew strike be damned.
The kids and I have been counting the sleeps till Papa’s return – some of us collecting stories to tell him, others shaving their legs and nether regions. With 1 more sleep to go, the anticipation in the house is positively palpable! But today he tells me that his flight, which was supposed to get in at noon, when I could have picked him up in a trench coat and heels (do people really do that?), is now coming in at 7:30PM! Which is right in the middle of the 6:45PM tickets I have for Sex and the City 2!! Opening night! A girls night that’s been planned for months (well a least a few weeks anyways!)!
What to do, what to do? Be a good wife…or a good girlfriend?
I know what Charlotte would do, but I’ve always been more of a Carrie/Miranda cross.
Carrie on! (Sorry Big, I’ll catch up with you later in bed :))
I don’t smoke (though I have, on occasion, inhaled) but I used to feel sorry for smokers. Shoo’ed out of airplanes and offices, then restaurants and bars, and pretty soon, all public places (for damn good reason, mind you!), they are forced to cluster where people are not, shielding their eyes from self-righteous “don’t you dare breathe that cancer dust on me!” types. Go ahead and smoke I used to say, its your right and you should enjoy it.
However, when I’m lining up my approach shot on the 1st hole at Torrey Pines and I look down at my feet to check out my alignment and spot a cigarette butt on the manicured fairway, it makes me want wrap my beloved 7-iron around a smoker’s neck. We go to the beach by our place quite often and I’ve found my kids making sand castles with cigarette butts repurposed as cannons or as chairs around the kitchen table. Ewwww! And about once a week, while I’m out doing my errands, I will spot somebody flicking their spent cigarette butt out their car window while driving. I gave chase for awhile once before my senses regained control of me, but talk about road rage! I’ve never seen anyone toss batteries or a Big Gulp out of a moving car onto the highway, but how do cigarette butts not count as trash? I just don’t get it.
Come on smokers! Are you just pissed off at your disappearing smoker’s freedoms and this is your payback? Flicking a butt in the face of society? Society is trying to push you the way of the dinosaur. Don’t let this be your legacy.