Owen is on his way home from a business trip, and Jed is busy hunkering down in his new bunker. You’re stuck with me.
George Clooney was in a motorcycle accident today with his girlfriend. I was going to say thanks to the driver for not messing up his face, but as I searched for a picture of Clooney, I realized his face isn’t as handsome as it used to be. I’m still happy that he is okay, motorcycle accidents can make bloody messes. I’m just trying to decide if I’m sad that George Clooney isn’t so hot anymore, or a little bit joyful that finally a man ages like crap.
A German legislator wants marriage to last just seven years.
BERLIN (Reuters) - Bavaria’s most glamorous politician—a flame-haired motorcyclist who helped bring down state premier Edmund Stoiber—has shocked the Catholic state in Germany by suggesting marriage should last just 7 years.
She told reporters at the launch of her campaign manifesto on Wednesday she wanted marriage to expire after seven years and accused the CSU, which promotes traditional family values, of nurturing ideals of marriage which are wide of the mark.
“The basic approach is wrong ... many marriages last just because people believe they are safe,” she told reporters. “My suggestion is that marriages expire after seven years.”
After that time, couples should either agree to extend their marriage or it should be automatically dissolved, she said.
First thought: I’m already a year and a half farther into this. Do I get a rebate on that 1.5 years?
Second thought: I can see that massive wedding paraphernalia lobby pushing hard for this.
Finally, I’m content. I’d remarry Owen in a heartbeat.
Next topic: Fidel Castro is alive and still wearing the same outfit. Now if he’d just shave, he’d fit right in a Florida retirement community.
Okay, there is at least one more “this” and three or four more “that’s.” I’ll have to post a few more.
We’re coming up on our fifth renewal, and plan to make more of a deal of it than we do with most anniversaries. I find that seven year increment ominous. There is the old notion of the “seven year itch”, that this is the time when the new has worn off and the forever hasn’t fully developed, and people are theoretically most inclined to stray. Making this the time when the formal ties are loosened seems to be a deliberate attack on permanence.
So is the flame-haired motorcyclist not aware of a little thing called divorce that knows no time-limits?
And will your other this-and-thats adhere to the motorcycle theme you’ve got going?