Mr. G, Ketubahs, Sarongs and Flight Time

If you aren’t a Jew you might be unfamiliar with a Ketubah. The Ketubah is the marriage contract. It outlines the husband’s duties to his wife and then asks that the wife be a good wife because apparently it is much simpler to be a good wife than a good husband. In this way it is an archaic piece of paper. But what you don’t see (because you don’t read Hebrew) is that in every Ketubah the husband is required to read all of his wife’s emails. I’ve circled the …

A Better Blogger Would Be Sharing a Blowjob Photo With You Right Now

This afternoon Junior needed a walk. Wait, let me rephrase that. This afternoon I took Junior on my short walk. Well, that’s not quite right either. This afternoon I needed to bring my neighbors their mail (you see it’s quite often delivered to my home) and when Junior saw me reaching for the front door knob he started jumping and yipping and saying, “Take me! Take me!” in dog-ese so I put a harness and a leash on him and we walked together for a half a block and then …

Keeping Up Impressions

Mr. G had a weird flight to New York City today. Typically he gets out early in the morning but something happened with the scheduling and he was to leave on an afternoon flight that would get him to the hotel close to midnight. I love my husband. I love his companionship and I look forward to him coming home from work each night. Except for when I don’t. Well, to be perfectly candid I love his first night away from home. It’s not that I don’t want to be …

Things I Know About Marriage & Careers After 15 Years

This should be a two-word post. Not much. I don’t know much about marriage and careers even though I’ve been married for over 15 years. I suspect many things and I know a lot about my marriage but I don’t know a lot about other people’s marriages. I ask about them and certainly, I observe them but if success or failure is marked by marriage or divorce then none of us know much. There are marriages I knew were doomed. I went to weddings and decided to not bring a …

The Only Thing Better than an Hour of Tennis is Two Hours of Tennis

The Facebook, G+ and Twitter fast is going better than I’d ever imagined. I have seen a drop off of readership here and I’m sorry about that but I try to tell myself that at some point my friends will think, “I haven’t heard from Jessica in a while. Maybe I should check her blog.” Or maybe not. Maybe I’m missable. That’s okay with me too. I had a tennis match at 9 this morning and typically you have 90 minutes on the court before someone gives you the boot. …