Last night I broke the news to my daughter I’m going to a Lorax The Movie party this weekend, while I’m away at the Blissdom conference in Nashville.
My daughter was, understandably, totally and completely P.O.-ed about this.
Her: “What?! Why do YOU get to go? YOU hadn’t even read The Lorax until last week.”
Me: “This is true. But I’m also the person with the bank account and capacity to buy plane tickets and pay for hotel rooms. LEGALLY.”
God they hate it when you apply adult reason and logic.
Her: “It’s still not fair.”
Me: “It’s not fair that I have to work 60 hour weeks and still worry about being able to afford Healthcare and Dental. And don’t even get me started on Vision.”
Her: “What?”
Okay, so that last part didn’t happen.
But my point here is, The Kid loves her some Lorax, as many kids do. But what surprised me was discovering just how much the boyfriend – a forty year old man – loves it, too. Understand that I mean actively and in the present tense LOVES. When I mentioned The Lorax Movie party to him – and that he would be going to it with me this weekend – his head… well, it kind of exploded.
A recent survey of divorced men and women uncovered something surprising: that divorced men are more than twice as likely to want to remarry as divorced women. I’m not entirely sure why this is so surprising, but I for one would’ve guessed that those roles would be reversed in this instance. Not so, apparently:
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