Strange Things Happening!

If you are not close to the "powers that be" in this world, you shouldn't demand or complain how things are run. That I realized last week when I demanded for my missing photos. I got them all right, but at the cost of not getting my article included. But after a lot of nasty words and slamming the phone on Dennis, he stapled my article somehow just to appease me.

To all my avid readers of the only exciting section in this Pagkakaisa, do not despair for I was thinking about quitting but won't (cuz I'll have nothing to do on a Sunday at midnight). My pal, Al, will soon join me and have his column, too, so I'm excited again about that.

If I heard the rumor right, he was going to start an underground version and call it "Nag-iisa." But because he loves DOV so much, he'll just join our camp. At least, he'll still have time to make sure the deer-tail medicine will have maximum effectivity since he just needs to write a single article a week instead of handling the whole issue. Thanks to that expensive "enhancer," Al will sure get the ball into the hole much faster - and I ain't talkin' bout golf neither!

Strange things happen when you get married. Having dinner with the Rotary newly-weds reminded me of the first year I was married. Funny how the experiences one goes through are somehow very similar. For instance, I thought it was only Dennis who complained why we always seem to go through the toilet paper so fast. For Luther and Dennis (before we beauties were in their lives), the toilet paper would last weeks since they were men living alone. Enter the ladies and watch us twine that toilet paper 5-7 times a day. Not just ordinary local toilet paper, mind you. It's got to be Charmin Ultra Soft.

Another bathroom annoyance - used clothes mess. But this time, Luther and I are on the same side - we both hate clothes on the floor when the hamper is just a few steps away. Dennis just throws his T-shirts, boxers, etc. on the floor. As if the hamper is in another room and it would be such a hassle to lift the cover and put the dirties in. Trixie either has to start lifting that hamper or Luther might just ignore his annoyance and learn to live with it as I have.

Or what about the invasion of toiletries from shampoos, conditioners, facial creams, lotions, bath oils, hair sprays and gels. And that is just the short list. In our first year, I occupied only one shelf on the left side of the bathroom and Dennis had his on the right. Five years later, he still has that one shelf but I have somehow expanded to three shelves of toiletries (perfume, lotion, make-up, removers, etc.) plus the around-the-sink area with several kinds of facial washes, toothpastes, etc. plus again, the whole shelf by the shower. All the combination shampoo treatments out on the market sit on that shelf. From extra gentle, sensitive scalp, body-building, color-treated hair, and one in particular to use to relax your hair from the other shampoos. The shelf is so full that Dennis has to put his shampoo (note singular not plural) on the bathroom floor. At least he doesn't need to worry when he bends over in the shower.

These are just a few of the strange things happening during the first year of marriage. And that's just in the bathroom. But the nice things always outnumber the strange things. If they didn't, you should be worried and start looking for a good lawyer.

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