Ha, you are lucky to have a real wife and imaginary friends instead of the other way around. She sounds like a keeper.

Her gain would be our loss.

An Imaginary wife is Safer than a Real Visible One?
I'd rather Listen to a Leaking Kitchen Faucet Sink.
I wander off to enjoy green leaf soup in Woodshop.
`
Furies
Pigs eat
Leaks
`
Pigs in France eat better than many of` We Americans.
I was told that by a Good French Cook and Nutritionist.
I heard the Mafia feed dead People to Famished Swines.

It's easier to teach a pig to sing than to teach some of my imaginary friends to think. And I'm with Art James -- an Imaginary Friend is a lot less trouble than an Actual Wife

1. Edited a little. In my haste, the original was addressed to "Dear Imaginary Friend."

2. Zanelle's right. Been married for 30 years, rather be married than not.

Hey, I resemble that remark.

Tom C. I think about You each Sunday.
- Mountain Stage From West Virginia -

I enjoy Gospel Blues and Bach, Handel,
Wagner, and People Who Respond To.
It's FUN to commingle with Rude Folk.
`
I was at the WV Farm Market Yesterday.
Some Farmer said` Lord Is It Glorious.
Thee Goood Lord No Bellowed Back.
Maybe he had Lard in his eardrums.

Falstaff was a Real Estate Lawyer.
He Flattered and Wobbled About.
Onlookers saw LARD drip Spots.
`
FOOLS NO THINK WE SEE?
IF A FOOL IS IN TOWN HO!
Illusion. Delusion. Darkness.
`
If You Tom? Mo play Wagner.
That's a Death March Mood.
Play Ode` Dignity. A Joy of
Man's Desiring. THank You.
`
Tom Cordle seems Prudent.
No Blurt Out all we Know.
Fools attract other Fools.

It's as if they wear Rings?
Devil's Ring Hook Nose?
Old Time Damon Fools.

same same
I best go walk
View Beauty

Mountain Stage?
You Go There.
Play Tunes.
Harp and
String
Bango
Harp-
See-
Chord
`
I Love the 1600 Wisdom,
Music, and the Pure Folk.
They strived for Humility.

This pig might be a bit of a dope, but he sings like Caruso :-)

Art,
I like that last one.
Death march? The famous one is Chopin.
Which Handel? Any Bach is great by definition.

Cranky,
Naah, you don't resemble that remark. You're not a candidate for the brackets.

I am imaginary only in my own mind.

r.

Or as my grandfather said, "Never argue with fools, drunks or pigs. You just end up down in the mud and the pigs like it."

I sure hope I never find name between those brackets, but I do understand your wife's...er...concern. Some women are football widows, some are porn widows and some Imaginary Friend widows. It could be a lot worse. :D

Lezlie

Your wife may be on to something, Kosh. I've actually met four OSers in the flesh - as a matter of fact, I put them up to it in the first place - so I'm certain at least THEY are real. As far as the rest of you out there are concerned, I'm not so sure...

Well, there go my voice lessons.... R

In almost four and a half years here I've been lucky to meet dozens of OSers in the flesh and almost all of them were real. :)

Aha KOSH but…she uses one of the Literary World’s holiest words.
Imagination.
The Romantics were rather aflutter over it.
Coleridge said,
“The primary Imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I AM.’
~
Then there was old Blake.
He said,
Rather more radically:
“to the Eyes of the Man of Imagination, Nature is Imagination itself. As a man is, So he Sees. As the Eye is formed, such are its Powers”
~
So uh try that. Tell her I think I am real, but somehow I need yer hubby and his cohorts and mine
To tell me I AM.
For I AM most of the time, and man, it usually is on the os.
With my imaginary friends.
Exactly what my sisters say, by the way…………………

Aha KOSH but…she uses one of the Literary World’s holiest words.
Imagination.
The Romantics were rather aflutter over it.
Coleridge said,
“The primary Imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I AM.’
~
Then there was old Blake.
He said,
Rather more radically:
“to the Eyes of the Man of Imagination, Nature is Imagination itself. As a man is, So he Sees. As the Eye is formed, such are its Powers”
~
So uh try that. Tell her I think I am real, but somehow I need yer hubby and his cohorts and mine
To tell me I AM.
For I AM most of the time, and man, it usually is on the os.
With my imaginary friends.
Exactly what my sisters say, by the way…………………

Well! I declare!

I am imaginary. I don't exist. You made me up. It is better that way.
I won't care if you call me a dope. I don't exist.

I'm convinced that it is we who are real and you who is imaginary......

;-)
.

If your purpose is to "teach a pig to sing" I suggest that you go where pigs are. You could look mighty foolish trying to teach divas to sing.
;-)
.

May I assume you're familiar with the quote that this comes from? It runs something along the lines of

Never try to teach a pig to sing. It is a waste of time and it annoys the pig.

I do not claim even for a moment not to be a figment of your imagination. Now, why exactly your imagination would do this to you I don't know. I suggest you have a stern talk with it.

I would also suggest that you stop addressing your posts to imaginary people. If you're married, it might give your wife ideas. Have you read any Thurber?

{grinning}

Rated for a wise mate, but you won't listen of course ;).

Sky,

May I assume you're familiar with the quote that this comes from? It runs something along the lines of

Never try to teach a pig to sing. It is a waste of time and it annoys the pig.

I do not claim even for a moment not to be a figment of your imagination. Now, why exactly your imagination would do this to you I don't know. I suggest you have a stern talk with it.

I would also suggest that you stop addressing your posts to imaginary people. If you're married, it might give your wife ideas. Have you read any Thurber?

Seer,

Don't bet on that. Someone may frustrate me enough to pull this.

I like your wife.

So do I

ya shittin us right?........ya hadda been "told" this????

Imaginary friends? Where I come from you're merely a favorite. Or is this something like Solipsists of the World, Unite! You have nothing to lose but your core belief.

Steel Breeze,
Well, I had to have this approach suggested.

Abra,
So that's what Solopsist means. I finally looked it up.

Yes, exactly.

or

for you and Jonathan Wolfman,

for this post and this post alone I should have actually added a heading along the lines of

Cogito Ergo Blog

Though I have this feeling someone's used it.

Hmpf. I'm sure I'm in the minority here but did you ever think that maybe your wife just isn't as interesting as we are?

hah-hah....hell...thought it was obvious i ain't real.....

I had an imaginary friend when I was little. Anyone remember Pow-Wow the Indian Boy? I was sure he was following me around. I'm always up for a new imaginary friend.

Not only is your wife right, but you are real to me. Figure that one out.

Oh, you're real to me. Just not to her.