I found an old one in the Christmas decorations, clearly kept because it was so awful, written by the husband: just one long boast about him and his holidays from beginning to end, with disparaging comments about everyone else.
That marriage is now dead and he has moved on to pastures new, and younger; how she stayed with him so long I really don't know.
Could you live on a cruise ship?
Any Rain Anywhere, Or Are We In A 1976 Timewarp?
Help with some diplomatic wording please


