Trash Or Treasure
The World According To Kiki & J-Fed
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.
I’d heard the saying time and time again. I always applied it to garage sales and eBay. Little did I know that I’d one day look at my husband in these terms. I guess it’s all relative. There’s a group of women in my neighborhood who simply adore my husband. They honestly believe he’s the best thing since sliced bread. So stale to me. In fact, I liken them to a committee, meeting somewhere to discuss his nomination into the hubby hall of fame. In reality, he was better suited for the hall of lame.
The “neighbors” constantly remind me of how lucky I am. Now, I know why they jokingly call themselves the desperate housewives.
And compared to their husbands, J Fed might just be a king among men. Of course, Charles Manson didn’t seem all that bad when you compare him to Ted Bundy. Any one of these women would give their right implant to be married to my J Fed. But I’d give both my real boobs for them to be married to him.
Like I said, it’s all relative.
