Short fat and hairy geek's blog: "I can't fix it. There are too many pieces..."

If your wife and a lawyer were drowning and you had to choose, would you go to lunch or to a movie? ~Author Unknown Never get married in the morning, because you never know who you'll meet that night. ~Paul Hornung..CUL--> As to marriage or celibacy, let a man take which course he will, he will be sure to repent. ~Socrates Three rings of marriage are the engagement ring, the wedding ring, and the suffering. ~Author Unknown Marriage ceremony: an incredible metaphysical sham of watching God and the law being dragged into the affairs of your family. ~O.C. Ogilvie A man in love is incomplete until he has married. Then he's finished. ~Zsa Zsa Gabor Marriage means commitment. Of course, so does insanity. ~Author Unknown I never knew what real happiness was until I got married. And by then it was too late. ~Max Kauffman Many a man in love with a dimple makes the mistake of marrying the whole girl. ~Stephen Leacock, Literary Lapses, 1910 Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage. ~Ambrose Bierce, The Devil's Dictionary Marriage is not a word - it is a sentence. ~Author Unknown When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. ~Sacha Guitry, Elles et toi, 1948

I wake up and the first thing I do is pick at. I pick pick pick at it. It itches and hurts all the time. It’s a nasty scab. The pain from the injury fresh in my mind each time I pick it. Some say that I should just leave it alone and it’ll heal. That’s easy for them to say. It’s not causing them misery. Don’t they know I would love to just let it be. Let it form a scar. Let it fill the gaps between the torn pieces with connective tissue. Scar tissue can actually be a wonderful thing. There are no nerve endings. Did you know that? I do. After the scar forms you can’t feel anything at that spot. Yet I‘ll pick pick pick at it until it bleeds. You’d think I’d stop. But no…not me. It’s consumes me. It’s defined me. I’ve thought of putting a band-aid on it. But then that’s all it will be. A band-aid on it. Whatever happened to, “Time heals all wounds”? Maybe it’s really, “Time wounds all heals”? I don’t know. About a million years ago, when I was a nurse, I learned to dress wounds. But I never had to bandage a broken heart. So instead, I’ll pick pick pick at it. If I’m lucky, I won’t have to wait for a scar to form for me to stop feeling the pain.