Beej, I like my ex very much. Love him, in fact. It would be easier if I didn't.

I really get that. When I pleadingly asked why he was behaving so abominably during the divorce phase, he said...with more vehemence than perhaps anything he ever said in the 10 years we were together..."I just can't believe that two people who love each other so much can't be together."

He'll always be 'the love of my life.' I had hoped that our true care for each other would help us to cope better. I really didn't, on any level. It was the right thing to be apart...no question about that. Still, it was rough in particular ways beyond my vast imagination. Still, the right thing.

I'm sorry for the pain.

Like, say, shooting hundred dollar bills out of my butt. There's a skill. Gross, but profitable.

It'd probably see you grubbing around in the toilet on a far more regular basis.

And now I'm picturing a new laxative called "It's All About the Benjamins".

And some shorts with the writing all over the butt saying "The ATM of Hard Choices".

I bet work wishes I was this creative about investments.

I'd make a comment here about hard parts and having fun, but hey. That's why we have Trudy.

That is going to be the hardest part. heheheh...she said hardest part....

I've been in the NGA corner for the aforementioned, god help me, did I mention 3 years. I don't want to make a fool of myself with the first opportunity I might have to break the drought.

Can't believe I'm even thinking in those terms. I don't even KNOW this guy!

Like, say, shooting hundred dollar bills out of my butt. There's a skill. Gross, but profitable.

Damn! That's a skill I want to have. Is there a school for that?

I once knocked a plastic bottle off the back of the toilet when I was flushing the toilet. The plastic bottle got stuck in the toilet. After an unfortunate amound of groping around a toilet, I had to call a plumber. On the day I was having a party.

Kristin, I'm sorry. My divorce went much the same way, and it was painful.

And now I'm picturing a new laxative called "It's All About the Benjamins".

Hee.

It'd making providing the co-pay for the proctologist visits that much more exciting.

"Bend over and relax..."

"You have to enter the PIN first."

Whoa. The Ass of Plenty.

Wish I could trade my vast ass for one of those.

And speaking of THAT. Here I am, heavier than I've ever been...not particularly bothered by that on my own terms but to show the hugeness of myself to another person. Um. Uh.

Oh, Erin, that SUCKS. So sorry. I mean, bad enough if you'd managed to grab it, but to have to try and FAIL, that's the worst.

I know I've accidentally flushed things, but usually not anything irreplaceable. I think some earrings I was pretty mad about, once.

Kristin so sorry about the suckiness.

It'd making providing the co-pay for the proctologist visits that much more exciting.

"Bend over and relax..."

"You have to enter the PIN first."

BWAHAHA!!!

Erin killed me ded with the funny.

{{{Kristin}}}

Erin - that so sucks.

Beej - go you with your dating self!

Thanks to the wonder of batteries, I have pictures of my new hair.