Mark and I have been married 29 years. Last night someone reminded us of one of the mishaps at our wedding reception. We had it at the Marriott in Henrietta, which is now the RIT Conference Center. While everyone was dancing, the dance floor kept separating. Women's heels were getting caught between the segments and it was causing our guests to lose their balance. It was annoying and dangerous. There were men physically on their hands and knees using duck tape to try to keep the floor together. This was only one of the issues. More to come.

Women spend an exorbitant amount of time shaving their bikini area. That is why they need to start getting waxed at Mark & M.E. We give people more time to enjoy life.

I now have an author page on Amazon. Please check it out!   amazon.com/author/menesser.com

www.apromiseofpassion.com has a new entry. It contains adult content. Read it if you dare.

I had a man buy a copy of A Promise of Passion for his wife. She is in her early 50's. She is fairly conservative, so he wasn't sure how she would react to the sexually explicit scenes. Not only did she enjoy the way I write and the story, she found my candidness very enlightening. She asked him to buy Passion Never Dies, because she was interested to see how the story continued. My mother teased me that the first book was very "instructional." According to this man, it has been. It's brings me so much joy to think that I was able to enhance their relationship with my love story.

I love when clients tell me that random things remind them of me. For instance, a woman likes to sing the Aussie Kids Song "Kookaburra" with her toddler. Whenever she hears, "merry, merry king of the bush is he" she thinks of me. She said she has even found herself singing "queen of the bush is she." And my name is technically Mary, so it totally works. I'm proud to be the Queen of the Bush!

Last week I was waxing a woman who found it quite difficult because she hadn't been to Mark and M.E. since August. She was panting and moaning and squirming all over the table. When I finished, she laid back with a heavy sigh and told me she needed a cigarette.