Going the Distance

Kenneth Cole just left for New York again this morning.

Its only for 2 weeks this time round and I really shouldn’t complain – who else is going to buy me super cheap Kiehl’s, Neutrogena products that has never been on local shelves and (fingers crossed) pretty stuff from H & M? It’s definitely not as hard as the peeps at my office who are ploughing through long distance relationships. You can track their moods by how soon their partners are coming to visit. PMS is kept to a minimum, many grooming appointments are booked and everything looks new and shiny prior to the arrival. And as impromptu as they come, a cold chill blows through as soon as they leave our sunny shores.

It can be kind of romantic counting down the days till that person passes through the arrival gates…on a good day.

On the flipside, while having lunch with my very married friends and mummies-to-be yesterday, one of mummies contributed this golden nugget.

Her husband was in reservist recently and his mates from camp found it astonishing that he would rather go home to be with the wife than stay in camp with them over the weekend. They actually asked him “WHY??”.

Erm, why not?

And according to the mummy, these people have been married to their spouses on an average of 2 to 3 years.

What mysterious things they do during these in-camp training? This strange band-of-brothers bond that makes them want to avoid their wives as a cohesive group…that they would rather bask in days-old laundry, trade dirty jokes and make rude noises with their anatomy?

I think I just answered my own question. Yep, its all going downhill after the wedding.

~SeamonkeY~