No more convertibles. No more bikes either. An El Camino any day.
No more mandated out fits, perfect hair cuts, sit-smile-cute office palm while manager gets the glory and the bonus. Don't worry revenge is an art form well developed in the corporate world.
Waist long hair, short nails, hardly any make up, crazy eye glas frames to match any mood, purses from Mandarina Duck Hera to 1980s bamboo and folded magazines to nothing. The current favorite is a 1980s saddle leather ammo box with brass latches and engraved monogram. Short dresses from Levi's to not much, flowy long ones at home. No jeans, tshirts, swimm suits, winter coats! For those who don't like short skirts - after I ran over a long designer number with my own office chair and tried to strangle myself - no more!
Laugh, live, let live. Be nice but no more counting coup for favors. No more saving good china and sterling for special occasions. It goes in the dish washer. If SO wants desert for dinner so be it. I can have the third glas of wine instead of dinner.
SO's last two surgeries cost me ten years of my life. He pulled through with determination and a goal. The ranking belt buckle is in the box. Some set back seems to be under control. I will ask pointed questions on May 7. I think I know what will happen if he goes before me but that is a bridge to be crossed when it is time.
The Jonses kept up with us as SO says. Now they missed the bus. We are happy together, take care of each other and allow each other some privacy. Life is too short to be miserable by one's own doing.