Big Daddy and I squabble about this. He accuses me of being high maintenance. I guess I am but as I regularly point out -- I take care of my own maintenance.
In my mind, the husband is high maintenance. And, I'm the one who usually does it. Dry cleaning -- check. Laundry -- check. Coffee and other stock items -- check.
We both agree that the oldies are high maintenance and yet, we get some weird satisfaction out of debating who does more for them.
I try not to keep score. If I get really annoyed, I go get my nails done.
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Hello there. I love your blog - you write beautifully! Your life doesn't sound bad either. I know what you mean about those guys you still blush over - i call mine the "might-have-beens"
Frances
Sheri you are the most high maintenance friend I have. High maintenance with a capitol HM!!
But I still love you.
A
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