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<\/a> (given its price), there would be no need for the proliferation of aeration and delivery devices that are supposed to make it taste better.\u00a0 I say, just pour it and drink it, and if it’s not satisfying then it’s either the wine’s fault or you opened it too soon.<\/p>\n\u2022\u00a0 I like to hide puzzles in my writings and in my artwork, for others to ponder and solve.\u00a0 But it never seems to occur to me that others may have neither the patience or inclination to solve them.\u00a0 I can’t figure out why that might be — how puzzling.<\/p>\n
\u2022\u00a0 I tire of film and television scenes in which male-female conflicts and\/or arguments are resolved by the antagonists having sex.\u00a0 Whose fantasies are being served here?<\/p>\n
\u2022\u00a0 Your friends: they have seen you at your best and they have seen you at your worst and somehow they remain your friends.\u00a0 I offer this as both a definition and a formation rule.<\/p>\n
\u2022\u00a0 I was not quite eleven years old when the Beatles’ Please Please Me<\/em> was a hit in the U.S.\u00a0\u00a0 It was a nostalgic re-listen for me the other day.\u00a0 Here are its opening verses:<\/p>\n Last night I said these words to my girl,<\/em> You don’t need me to show the way, love.<\/em> I must say I was surprised how sexually suggestive the lyrics now seem.\u00a0 Please Please Me<\/em> was released in the U.S. more than two years before the Rolling Stones’ (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction,<\/em> but on closer listen the Beatles were as every bit as plaintive as the Stones of the chronic and apparently painful hypertestosteronism suffered by post-adolescent men of that era.<\/p>\n \u2022\u00a0 Should I worry if my wife decides to serve me half a sweet potato for dessert<\/em>?\u00a0 I ask this hypothetically, mind you.\u00a0 For a friend.<\/p>\n \u2022\u00a0 It’s tax season once again, so I went to Walgreens yesterday to ask for printouts of our 2017 prescription expenses.\u00a0 The pharmacy had told me I could present my wife’s ID and pick up the printouts for both of us, but when I showed up, they had changed their minds.\u00a0 They would only give me my own printout.\u00a0 The tech explained that because my wife had not expressly authorized them to share her information with me, they could only give me my own printout.\u00a0 I pointed out that I pick up her actual medications all the time at the Walgreens drive-in window without showing any ID.\u00a0 No matter: I left half-empty-handed.<\/p>\n \u2022\u00a0 Potato-and-cauliflower dishes seem to be the in-thing<\/a> for self-professed healthy eaters.\u00a0\u00a0 I can only agree — nothing like adding cauliflower to make one want to give up potatoes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u2022\u00a0 Tonight my wife asks me if I want anything besides the salad and barbecue sandwich. \u00a0 I\u00a0say no, just your undying love.\u00a0 And world peace. \u2022\u00a0 If wine tasted good enough in the first place (given its price), there … Continue reading
\nI know you never even try girl.<\/em>
\nC’mon, c’mon, c’mon<\/em>
\nPlease please me, oh yeah,<\/em>
\nLike I please you.<\/em><\/p>\n
\nWhy do I always have to say “love,”<\/em>
\nC’mon, c’mon, c’mon<\/em>
\nPlease please me oh yeah,<\/em>
\nLike I please you.<\/em><\/p>\n