[Boomer]

Sandy, I had forgotten about the orange palms of my hands that were that way for weeks. (And thanks. It's fun. Sometimes I make Mr. Boomer read my posts. And then I watch his face to see if he smiles when I write about him. I told him that I called him Mr. Boomer Dundee one time when I wrote about how he saved me from the snapping turtle on the patio. So far. He smiles. Mr. Boomer also smiled when I told the incoming member of the family that he was a trained killer. He went along with it, too. The Groom-to-Be was trying to smile.)

Barb,

Oh I know what you mean. Mr. Boomer always looks good to me, too. He is not colorblind. He just does not have a clue. The only way I used to be able to get him to go shopping for suits was to have a little bit of a snit fit and tell him that I really meant it about his not being allowed to go around in the world looking neglected. It's a jungle out there you know. (You can bring all a husband's other clothes home to him, but not a suit. He has to go with you.)

Another way the prowling females check out a man is to check his grocery cart. If it looks overall pretty healthy, that woman will figure he is married. Mr. Boomer does tend to stock up on cheese when he gets the chance though. I try to balance it out with those cans of sardines I keep handing him for lunch while I sit here writing this stuff.

Oh my gosh! Now that I have relaxed about my dress a little, I am suddenly turning this thread into advice on the care and feeding of husbands. Talk Host will throw me out for not sticking to the topic.

But I am on a roll here and Mr. Boomer is still away on his junket so I may come back in here sometime and tell you about what happened to me at the grocery store and about how I gave a woman on the prowl advice at the bar in the Peabody in Memphis. But we will just hide all this right here in "Quest for the Dress." Maybe TH does not even look.

Boomer