Monday, Sept. 16, 2002
Dear Diary:

When I got home from Montreal Sunday I talked about life in the big city with the spousal unit.

It's against the law in Quebec to have billboards in rural areas such as where we live (as part of keeping nature unspoiled) so I'm always a bit stunned by how much sexuality is thrown at people in Montreal through billboards, bus stops, and ads in the Metro stations.

I'm sure that people who live there just tune it out because they see it every day, but it's always a bit of a surprise for me just because I'm not used to it.

I mentioned that in the city it's fashionable among some of the young women to wear very low cut pants. We don't see any of that out here in the boonies, either.

"It gives them plumber's crack. I don't think they can safely bend over," I said, said I.

The spousal unit got that dreamy look on his face men get when they're contemplating The Big Metaphysical Questions.

"Can a woman actually HAVE plumber's crack?" he asked, his voice expressing grave doubts. There was a pause while he contemplated the issue some more. He then said that this was a question he would have to ponder during his next meditation retreat.

You know how I hate it when he rolls his eyes at me?

When I do it to him, it cracks him up.


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