I don’t have to wait until the afternoon of Christmas Day to read the autumn Terry Pratchett
I have to buy it myself
No-one tells me “that dress is really unflattering from behind”
I can’t tell when what I’m wearing is really unflattering from behind
My bank balance is nobody’s business but my own
Paying off the mortgage is up to me
Sex is dirty again
It can also be infected
Buying erotica at the bookshop is a symptom of how liberated and sexually at ease I am with myself
Sometimes flirting with the guy at the till in the bookshop is the nearest I get to an erotic encounter
Someone else will raise his teenage kids
Someone else is raising his pre-schoolers
I can use any colour I like to paint the bedroom
I am the one who has to paint it
I don’t have to choose Christmas and Birthday presents for his family
I no longer get the gossip about his sister’s latest lunacy
I can eat pasta with pesto every night for a week if I want to
I am putting on weight
And finally:
The loo-seat is down when I go to the bathroom
Nope. There isn’t a downside to that one
Aphra Behn - danger of eclectic shock 
A very nice list of pros and cons — and the final one is where I’d go on bad days (and on good). Best, BL
Thanks bloglily – to be honest even though he’s a lovely guy it is only the trivial things I regret, like having to do the gloss painting as well as the emulsion. Other than that, I prefer the way I am now. 🙂
ach.
I’m an entrenched ssssssssssspinster, with cat.
bah.
The joy is that, when I want to shoot off on a two weekmountaining expedition of ‘observing the fullest flower of fall foliage, circumscribed by the glowing azure and blazon aspects of campfires”
*snort*
I can just go out in the woods, snuuuuuuuuuuurffffffff the air, c’llect leaves, build a campfaaaaar, and harve a few martinis whiiile the sparks die down, and not *worry* bout what anyone else things ’bout the whole ordeal. And that’s the awesome thing about being
*ahem*
*unencumbered*
*thpppppppittttttt*