SO or SE

The fact that I remembered Valentine's Day (with a little help from the media blitz<g>) didn't seem to make up for forgetting my SO's birthday which was the day before Valentine's Day. In the midst of her elucidating the flaws of my personality in the most painfully eloquent way, I had a stunning idea: I could get me an SE instead of an SO!!! ... get a little brown mare with black mane and tail ... full of Blue List blood ... one that didn't speak or understand English. Heck I could go with Russian, Spanish or Polish even.

We would course over meadows, through glens joined at the hips and spine in radiant nonverbal unison. Soulmates, she to whom I could confide the scurrilous details of a besmirched life with impunity; an opportunity to be avoided with my SO!!

However, who would scratch those impossible itches on my back; who would implore me to flex my biceps and croon appreciatively; who would cling on black nights and ask in a shaky voice if I were scared of those slimy purple aliens scratching the bedroom windowpanes with their scraggly claws ..."Naw, Little Darling, you're safe long's *I'M* here".

Would people talk when my SE and I showed up at family reunions, weddings and funerals? Would dressing her up in a fancy red cooler for a night "on the town" cause a scene at the disco? Could we get into the movies even decked out in a Western Show Saddle bejeweled with conchos? Would this "other women" be accepted by my family even with her gorgeous dry face and clean flat bone. Hmmmmm I wonder how much a calendar costs

Have Fun!