2011 has completely, totally sucked, with notably few exceptions. What's more, the promise of lingering suckage through at least the end of the 3rd quarter is providing a kind of suspenseful dread usually reserved for slasher movies.
But you didn't really think I'd bore you with a litany of complaints, did you? Come on, I know it's been too long, but I'm not that kind of gal, am I? Because if I am, I guess I should resign myself to a hell populated with similarly annoying people who stage endless monologues about their irritable bowels, mother issues, and cellulite. Say it isn't so!
No, if I'm going to bore ANYONE under ANY circumstances, my topic of choice will be my travels to India and the incredible people, sights, shopping and food there. In fact, in the face of a 2011 that (like the famous Dyson vacuum) "never loses suction", all I can think of is how much I want to chuck it all, pack my bags, grab my dogs and move to India. Forever.
Ladies and Gents, this is not an easy sell to a man who loves Dr. Pepper, peanut butter, and beef. Some days, he seems totally into the idea; other days, he acts like I'm mentioning for the first time that I want to amputate my right arm and replace it with a prosthetic carved out of cucumber. Of course we'd have to sell the house, sell the business, figure out endless logistics (you know, like a job in India for yours truly), and generally jump backwards through flaming hoops to make this happen. As if that weren't enough, we'd also have to adjust to a totally new lifestyle, social standards, climate, food, and procedures for doing every single damn thing that anyone does in daily life.
2 comments:
Please no. PLEASE. You're the only person I like!
Al, just come with me...sheesh, there's plenty of room for all of us; plus a seemingly endless supply of butter chicken and paneer tikka!
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