It's Frizzy Lizzy time

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“Come on in and sit down!” says Frizzy Lizzy, as she is just getting off the telephone. “I just had a long chat with my niece about my favorite subjects: men and marriage.

“The poor girl! She's been married for nine years and it's still like she's a newlywed, and not in the good sense of the word. Seems like that husband of hers keeps changing like a chameleon, always changing-up on her. Every day it's something new.

“I'm sorry, what was that? Do I have any coffee? Sure, I do. It's fresh. Pour yourself a cup and pull-up a chair.

“One day he decides that he wants to learn to play the piano. So what does he do? He goes out and gets a keyboard. Not a $49 keyboard and a set of DVDs with lessons on them, but a nice, electric piano that now sits in their living room gathering dust and they're still making payments on it.”

“Then he gets to thinking that he needs to get fit, so he goes out and buys one of them bow-flex contraptions and a power treadmill, all top of the line stuff, complete with a little television to watch while you're walking on it. He puts it in the utility room. He works out for two weeks. Now what do they have? The most expensive place to hang clothes that I've ever seen.”

“That poor girl tries so hard to please him. She has the patience of a saint. They both have work outside the home but she gets home just a little before he does and she makes sure that the house is tidy, her makeup is fresh, and hair is nicely done. Then she goes about preparing supper so he can come home to a little 'love nest.'

“So what does the bum do? For eight years he acts like there's nothing special going on. Right before their ninth anniversary he takes note of the aroma of supper cooking, her hair done-up, her fresh makeup, and asks who's coming to supper! What a horse's ass he is!”

I told her that if he ever threatened to leave her, to let him go, and to let him take all the stuff in the house except the cat. At least the cat's good for catching mice, which is more than I can say for her husband!”

“Then I recalled a story that I heard and told it to her after she stopped laughing:

A man and woman had been married for more than 60 years. They had shared everything. They had talked about everything. They had kept no secrets from each other, except that the little old woman had a shoe box in the top of her closet that she had cautioned her husband never to open or ask her about.

For all of these years, he had never thought about the box, but one day, the little old woman got very sick and the doctor said she would not recover.

In trying to sort out their affairs, the little old man took down the shoe box and took it to his wife's bedside.

She agreed that it was time that he should know what was in the box. When he opened it, he found two crocheted dolls and a stack of money totaling $95,000.

He asked her about the contents. "When we were to be married," she said, 'My grandmother told me the secret of a happy marriage was to never argue. She told me that if I ever got angry with you, I should just keep quiet and crochet a doll.'

The little old man was so moved; he had to fight back tears. Only two precious dolls were in the box. She had only been angry with him two times in all those years of living and loving. He almost burst with happiness.

'Honey,' he said, 'that explains the dolls, but what about all of this money? Where did it come from?'

'Oh,' she said. 'That's the money I made from selling the dolls.' “

“Aside from the name and phone number of a good divorce lawyer, that was the best advice that I could give her.

What's that? The lawyer's name? Oh, come on, you don't mean that, do you?”

Composed by Cynthia ©

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