So, you might have noticed that I changed the name of my blog. Or maybe not. But I did.

Why?
Well, when I started writing it was right after my husband said that he might want a divorce. My state of mind was such that I named my blog myhusbandwantsadivorce. It has been 375 days since that morning and after much hard work, tears and counseling; I believe we love each other enough to stay together. We are not out of the woods totally but at least we are holding the picnic basket as we walk towards the edge of the forest together.
Since this past year has been so painful and because we have worked so hard to reclaim our marriage and each other; I have decided I no longer want to be reminded of that day every time I write my blog. I no longer want a “possible” divorce to define who I am or how my husband is thinking. I want to stop all aspects of negativity towards my husband and my marriage; hence the name change.
To celebrate my writing in a playful way I am in the process of changing the name of the blog to Gardy Loo Pismire. The words gardy loo were shouted in Edinburgh as a warning cry when slops were thrown from the windows into the streets. Pismire is basically a piss ant. I guess you might say that I am letting readers know “The S*** Is Coming…Watch Out Below!”
At this point I am leaving the myhusbandwantsadivorce up for a month or so and adding Gardy Loo Pismire to the front. It currently looks like this: Gardy Loo Pismire formerly myhusbandwantsadivorce. Soon it will look like this:
Gardy Loo Pismire…Watch Out Below!
So there you have it.The blog will remain the same except for the name.
Thanks For Reading!





them as they flounce about in an effort to try to please their husbands.
unless you do something to spice it up a bit. But what to wear without looking like a chubby little schoolgirl
that really sends a really perverted message?
It is always a dilemma for a not-so-skinny 50 + year old woman. 

But frankly, it would be helpful if the manufacturer included a tutorial on how to put these on so the seam goes STRAIGHT up the back of your legs instead of swerving side to side like a cheap drunk.


YOU DON’T DESERVE ME and FUCK YOU would probably be other popular choices.
You’ll have to buy your own flying monkeys if you want to add an element of danger to your sex life.
Somehow I imagine this just wouldn’t look good on a 50+ year-old broad and I shudder to think of being in a car accident and having the paramedics cutting them off with an onslaught of rubberneckers witnessing this kinky event. I am sure that those paramedics would never be able to work again due to the trauma they had endured.










