Have I got a doozie for you today. I was minding my own business this weekend, just doing my usual Twitter, Facebook and WP stalking, when I came upon a web-site so radical, so romantic, so earth-shatteringly awesome, that I just have to share it with you.
It’s probably not suitable for you or me, but any single, desperate woman on the prowl will want to know what I’ve discovered.
And I’m happy to share it!
For free, too.
The site is called Order a Husband. Click here to see photos of your soon-to-be Mr Right. Better than the photos, which I’m sure they’ve photo-shopped, are the selling points of each man, according to his own good self.
Although, as I say, I don’t need a man at the moment, being perfectly content with the one I’ve got, I’m kind of fond of Steven. He bears an uncanny resemblance to Charles Manson (you be the judge, click here) and is a classic romantic who wants to visit Mexico to pick up “souvenirs” with his lady-love.
I can’t understand why Steven’s still on the market, to be honest. He should have been scooped up [by the police] years ago.
I think this service and site need to be shared far and wide. Perhaps very, very far away.
Wendy has an enquiring mind…
I have a question for you. I’ve thought about this for quite some time and still don’t have a satisfactory answer:
Why do we need to wash our hands so often?
Before you start making a mental note to never shake my hand in future, I want to assure you that I do indeed wash my hands, and quite often too.
Cats clean their entire bodies at least twice a day and never once use anti-bacterial soap or even Dove, which, as we know, is 1/4 moisturising cream. So how come they’re not dying or even getting sick from intestinal upsets? Not only that, but when cats clean themselves after a litter box visit, they never have bad breath (like dogs, but I’m not judging).
I won’t stop washing my hands or observing dental hygiene because of this, but I would like to know why cats have it so good.