The husband list

My male friends think that writing a list to help one look for a mate is too controlling; us women with a history of terrible relationships realise it is vital. My husband list looks like this:

First husband

I was way too young when I married a sweet Englishman.

Second husband

The father of my three beautiful kids…

Third husband

My next husband will audition in front of panel of my bitchiest girlfriends because I haven’t a clue how to pick a long term mate. Only the best applicants will be granted a second interview. These are the qualities I want my third husband to possess:

1. Puts my kids on a pedestal.

2.Faithful (not likely but no harm in wishful thinking)

3.Generous

4.Intelligent

5.Sexy

6. Puts my kids on a pedestal.
7.Well-read

8.Committed heterosexual, no swingers, no ‘open marriage’ fans, no “I might help out during Mardi Gras” types.* (see footnote)

9.Emotionally stable. (Now I am kidding myself.)

10.Finds me irresistible at all times of day and night

11.Does household chores without having to be asked

12. Not residing in the ‘Big House’ making new friends

13. Puts my kids on a pedestal

14. Has a stable income

15. Has worked on his own baggage and knows I have my own baggage that I’m dealing with too

I will have to manufacture him in a laboratory.

Single ladies, please tell me if you have a list. What’s on it?

*I am talking about the Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras in Sydney which is the most fabulous parade and party in the world, ever. My sister in law and I have a saying,

“He’s not gay, but he may help out our gay brothers if they have a rush OR he’ll help out if they’re busy during Mardi Gras.


Famous Headless Marriages in history

Famous Marriages in history – Catherine Howard and Henry VIII (1540)

Catherine’s motto, “Non autre volonté que la sienne”, or, “No other will but his.”

TODAY’S BIRTHDAY COUPLE: BEATRIX POTTER and MARCEL DUCHAMP

“All this twaddle, the existence of God, atheism, determinism, liberation, societies, death, etc., are pieces of a chess game called language, and they are amusing only if one does not preoccupy oneself with ‘winning or losing this game of chess.”


MARRIAGE

HAPPY MARRIAGE TIP

Ladies, don’t waste your money on make up, just buy your husband a case of beer every couple of days and you will always look beautiful.

 

 


Le Tour de France

Ladies start your engines, the Buns on Bikes tour is about to start. What is not to love? 21 days of watching tight, perspiring bottoms in lycra, beautiful French villages, sexy accents and panoramic scenery (the route changes every year). Viewing the Tour de France on TV is a veritable smorgasbord for confirmed couch potatoes. Especially in Australia, where, because of the time difference, it is aired on late night TV in winter. So work up a sweat on the sofa dressed in yellow jersey, with a glass of French something or other and a bite of croque Monsieur. Vive la France!


Love or lust?

My current single mother desperado ‘he will sweep me away and pay for my children to have a good life’ crush is the French newsreader Laurent Delahousse. Laurent has a Harry Handsome tan and the same hair my big brother had in 1977, the flicky, fluffy male equivalent of Farrah Fawcett’s big do in the original Charlie’s Angels. I watch him on SBS in the mornings. My schoolgirl French is way too slow to understand every word he is saying but he is so good looking (in a Zoolander way) that I can’t help it. I love him and I want him bad. Who said French men were well dressed but not so hot? Laurent’s hair is magnificent, it looks like a wig. J’aime Laurent, vous êtes très joli.

Je T'aime Laurent

Hubba hubba


Teenagers

Teenagers are like Queensland, beautiful one day, a nightmare the next.

On Saturday my 14 year daughter glanced down at her floor-drobe. She had nothing to wear but clothes that were fashionable at breakfast time. All this while I turn into an aging cougar. Except that I am the anti-cougar, the tracksuit pants wearing tragedy in tired trainers, wishing I had some energy left over from mothering and working to desire a makeover.

This week teenage beast cleaned up her floor-drobe and turned into an interior design fascist. She wants me to be the queen of minimalism on a single mother budget. If her sisters place so much as a Barbie on the floor she screams.

She is also a control freak about the music we listen to at home. I mention the Bee Gees and she looked blank. I said,

“Back when dinosaurs roamed the earth there were three brothers who wore tight white pants and hair-drier-fluffy-wind-blown hair singing falsetto disco hits.”

“Shit mum, they sound Palaeolithic.” There is no one more hip than a teenager and no one who has ever suffered more.

So I dedicate this song to her. Whether you’re a mother or whether you’re a brother…..


MAY 13 BIRTHDAYS

STEVIE WONDER and DAPHNE du MAURIER

This man is a United Nations Messenger of Peace