It's happened already. I've promised a proper blog by Monday and here I sit, and Wednesday is upon us. Ah well, you must forgive me, I have good reasons! Monday I was struck with scarlet fever, and Tuesday it was black plague- damn the middle ages! To make up for my inadequacy, I'll begin with an anecdote of Tolkien:
The man was once at a party (he was known to be quite a slave to mead etc), and whilst at the punch bowl, a woman jokingly teased "Sir, if I was your wife, I would poison your cup!" The fabulous Tolkien replied "Ma'am, if you were my wife, I would drink it!"
Food for Thought:
Perhaps it is all due to my naivete. Perhaps it's because I didn't watch enough television as a child. Whatever the reason, I don't believe what a big deal saying "I Love You" (to significant others) is for adults. I doubt it was always so, but our generation is experiencing an odd craze where an admission of love is made out to be a bigger step than a... horizontal tango. People tend to equate it to a real commitment, instead of a fling. But really, don't we love many people to some extent? Furthermore, don't we have to love our "significant others" at least somewhat, in order to consider a more intimate relationship? I should hope so.
Oh, and here's another little nugget, just for kicks and giggles:
The etymology of "innuendo" literally means "to nod." If this pleases you, we are of like minds.
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