Friday, November 6, 2009

Here are the choices I presented to my associate this morning:

1. marry me.
2. or pay for me to get a boob lift and a tummy tuck when I’m done having babies.

If there is anything to learn from this Jon and Kate Plus 8 debacle it’s that a gal needs an insurance policy because even having twins and sextuplets doesn’t guarantee you anything. If he should stray and leave me high and dry, I will have my rocking body to fall back on. Or, perhaps after investing so heavily in me, he will think twice re: infidelity. Or he can marry me and then ‘I’ll’ pay for the work. From our joint account. As I like to remind him: what’s his is mine and what’s mine is mine.

Ball is in his court.

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