I think I would aim to get hotter for increased use of fucking bedding.
Thus:
Personal trainer/weight loss program Spa services (specifically facials, scrubs, slimming wraps) Salon services (hair, nails) Clothes and shoes Jewelry Makeup
Basically, a shitload of stuff I don't care about right now. LOL.
Post by starryfish on May 18, 2012 12:55:37 GMT -5
Since I actually have been thru a divorce this is what I had to buy afterwards: -new TV -new kitchen items (I let him keep all the utensils since I wanted to buy the new Pink ones) -thats about it...I made out GOOD in the divorce! ;D (I got both cars too!)
But if I really did one back then: -new bedding -new TV -new kitchen stuff -Trip fund for a European cruise -Personal training sessions
Post by spiderspray on May 18, 2012 13:01:08 GMT -5
* Plastic surgery to put everything back where it was pre-marriage and baby (this includes, but is not limited to: breast lift, tummy tuck, and vaginoplasty (or however you spell that). Ds had a huge head, so...yeah.
*New clothes/ makeup
*Our current bedroom has a mirror on the ceiling (came with the house, swear). I would want to be the one to move out in my fictional divorce, so I'll need a new ceiling mirror for the new place. I've become oddly attached to seeing myself as I wake up/ fall asleep. Oh, and also for all the fucking.
*Laser hair removal. Dh might be cool with screwing someone who is too lazy to shave, but I know all my new men will have higher expectations.
Why not new bedding? I'd stick him with the blanket that inspires rage every morning when I make the bed, and the boring comforter he picked out that I don't like, and replace it with things I do like and that don't inspire rage.
I'd also get an awesome new TV with surround sound.
A personal trainer.
Classes to something to get me out of the house.
New pots and pans, and new dishes. I'd keep my ninja glasses and ninja salt'n'pepper shakers.
Although I kind of feel like I would almost rather just accept singledom than have to face the dating scene again at this point in my life.
So, in that case, I might register for a really comfy couch, fuzzy slippers, flannel pajamas, a case each of Cadbury chocolate and cabernet, a Kindle Fire and two more cats.
Although I kind of feel like I would almost rather just accept singledom than have to face the dating scene again at this point in my life.
So, in that case, I might register for a really comfy couch, fuzzy slippers, flannel pajamas, a case each of Cadbury chocolate and cabernet, a Kindle Fire and two more cats.
That is a very good idea Brie. Its NOT fun...the dating scene...reminds me i have a first date tomorrow...
Id do like a HM registry for plastic surgery. New clothes, new vibrators, subscription to online dating services, lingerie, booze and yes bedding. I do not want to sleep in the same stuff I've been effing him in after he's gone.
Since I've reached the age of Cougardom but not the relative hotness, I'd do the self-improvement. (Short and quirky does not make for cougar material. The guys in their 50s want women in their 30s so I'm in that age-bracket of hanging out with female friends rather than dating, I think. Oh, gee, darn.)
Then I'd accept that I'm not going to get a younger guy (because those don't generally appeal to me), a guy my age (because they're looking for younger chicklets), or an older guy (because those don't appeal to me yet either) and register also for the stuff to remake my new condo sleeker and more contemporary, lighter and more open and airy, suited to my singular taste rather than couple-taste. Including fucking bedding. Or bedding for fucking. Despite the lack of potential use.
Then I'd hit my mid-60s and, looking great for my age, hit the market for Older-And-Comfortable-But-Not-Quite-Rich-Enough-To-Afford-The-Blond-Bimbette companion. (My mom has one of these and he's great to travel with.)
Id do like a HM registry for plastic surgery. New clothes, new vibrators, subscription to online dating services, lingerie, booze and yes bedding. I do not want to sleep in the same stuff I've been effing him in after he's gone.
I have the same sheets, it never bothered me before but suddenly I'm aware of it... ala the emperor's new clothes.
Although I kind of feel like I would almost rather just accept singledom than have to face the dating scene again at this point in my life.
So, in that case, I might register for a really comfy couch, fuzzy slippers, flannel pajamas, a case each of Cadbury chocolate and cabernet, a Kindle Fire and two more cats.
Post by hannamarin on May 18, 2012 14:10:52 GMT -5
My H and I were talking about this yesterday (not registering but if we would date if we got divorced). I said no way. I would just relax with my baby and on the weekends that he gets her, I would love the time to myself. Register for good food, and travel.