This weekend, Mr. W and I were watching an episode of House Hunters International where a newlywed couple was searching for a rental house in Florence. As we drooled at the footage of the Duomo and Ponte Vecchio bridge, Mr. W suggested that we move to Italy temporarily. That maybe he could find a movie shooting over there to work on.
"But I wouldn't have any friends," I said. "I think I would have a hard time."
"I'll be your friend," he told me.
I laughed and waited for some sort of proof.
He turned to me and said in a higher voice than normal, "How was your last period? Did you get cramps like I did?"
Ah, men... Of course that's all we women talk about when we get together. Makeup and menstrual cycles. Just like they taught all of you guys in boys' finishing school. Such a simple species we womenfolk are...