Dear reader, I hope you don't miss out on the high times of removing old wallpaper some day because I'm pretty sure you can't say you've sucked the marrow from the bones of life until then.
I hope you don't notice, with growing consternation, how much your husband and brother have come to resemble one another over the years.
I hope you remember, when considering the glamor of swinging from chandeliers, the importance of having a good life insurance policy in place.
And I hope you know, when you're standing there staring at ten near identical shades of paint and an electrician passes by and says: I like the grey one, then walks off laughing, what he's really thinking is: I'm so glad you're not my wife.
