Before I met and married my dear sweet husband who loves to read, write, and attend symphonies and operas, I felt exactly like “mythreesons” and “Sly” .One gentleman upon being shown my den/office asked, “Have you really read all those books or are they simply for show? By that I mean I like the way you’ve decorate this room?”When another gentleman called and asked if I had lost my gloves in his car. I ask him to please describe them which he did very definitively. I replied, “Yes, those are they!” and then sat through five minutes of listening to gales of laughter and sputtering repeats of "those are they!!!!!!! oh, my aching side! I never heard anyone REALLY say that! Oh, ho, ho, ho, hee, hah!It was always that type of response when ever I employed “the verb ‘to be’ takes the nominitive case” rule. I knew I had found the right man for me when he said “Woe is I” . . . he even had a copy of the book on his bookcase shelf.Keep searching, my dear ladies, educated and sophisticated gentlemen are still out there, but I found mine
not on the InterNet, but at a National Church Conference 37 years ago . . . when both of us attented since our spouses had passed away and a workshop was being offered for widows and widowers. Just a hint to pass on.
not on the InterNet, but at a National Church Conference 37 years ago . . . when both of us attented since our spouses had passed away and a workshop was being offered for widows and widowers. Just a hint to pass on.