I'm writing this post in a state of extraordinary nausea. And, believe it or not, I'm thrilled to be writing this.
See, it all started a couple of nights ago, during a discussion with a newly married friend. "I don't know what's wrong with me!" she lamented. "I woke up so nauseous today!"
Immediately, I started to wonder. Is she trying to tell me something? Or was her statement a matter of extreme naïveté?
"Uh, Esther, are you trying to tell me something?" For a minute there was confused silence, and then- "Omg, SD! I thought that of all people YOU were safe to complain to."
"Listen Esther, I'm not examining your stomache every time we meet, but complaints like that kind of warrant the question..."
She sounded sad. "You mean there is nobody I can complain to about my stomach virus?"
And sadly, thus is the state of our society. Newly married women are subject to inquiring stares, and those married for a little longer get the pitying glances. Anyone in between? Well, suffice it to say, they can't complain.
And I can. So...
I AM SO FLIPPIN NAUSEOUS RIGHT NOW!
Ahhh... Complaining is better than husbands, right?
(And, btw, this is going in parenthases on the bottom of a post to reduce the risk of appearing to be a shnorrer, but due to popular request, these is now a paypal "tip jar" on my blog, in case anyone wants to show appreciation for this blogger, especially in the wake of her new computer purchase.)