Sunday, July 25, 2004
If I Were a Rich Man
After years of adult pragmatism, I certainly have enjoyed being impractical. Now, however, I don’t want to face the fact that all my socks have holes and my savings are almost drained, my writer’s salary (the oxymoron, sign of a quality bloggie) allowing me to buy only one single sock once every six months. Good thing almost all of my nine future husbands are rich.
Speaking of which, I now have a tenth. His name is Harel Skaat ( הראל סקעת ) and he one of the finalists in the Israeli version of those horrid “we’ll turn you into a one hit wonder” vocal pyrotechnics shows, imaginatively called “A Star Is Born” (כוכב נולד). He’s a little younger than most of the men I regularly marry, but he’s legal.
One day I’m going to have to enumerate all my future husbands before there are too many of them.
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