I forgot to wish a happy Hanukkah to our older brothers, as St John Paul referred to the Jewish community. The senior partners in our joint venture. Got it in there with one day left.
Megan and Serena are home. Courtney and Aisha will leave for the Intercontinental Hotel on Friday. Those feeldoes and regular war clubs are going to be busy! Megan only wants organic things in her.
I leave on the 21st. My parents will pick me up at the airport, take me out for lunch, and drop me off at my hotel. Later that night, Rachel will arrive. She will have sent her two children to their father in South Carolina.
Rachel complains about the supply of men. She cannot find an available man at an appropriate age with an education and a good job, without excessive baggage, like three ex-wives. Noe, if I were mgtow (pronounced Mig, like the Russian fighter jet, and tow, rhymes with bow, like a dog), I would be celebrating a victory! As I am not, I can sympathize.
I need to blog about mgtow, but not now. Need to squeeze sine extra tune for Aisha.