Stretched out on my couch. Dressed in black lace, red panties and a silk robe. A Susie Bright anthology at my side. Candles burning softly in the background. Strong, sweet man on his way over.
Ex-husband calls to tell me that the cell phone plan we thought we’d split into two separate plans is still in my name and, oh-by-the-way, he’s opened another line.
Spend an hour on the phone with Sprint only to find out that, yes, we must return to the store TOGETHER.
Blue Eyes has a toothache and is feeling sick. I’m starting to think my green beans might be spoiled… or a little rotten. 
Oh, and I have to write a 10-page paper I have not even started between now and Tuesday at 6. And work. And take my son to therapy. And go see my neurologist Monday about this FUC&*&G pain and tingling that Just.Will.Not.Quit!
Crap.
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Martha
November 30, 2008 at 6:41 pm
Wow, when will it be over? Will it ever be over? I certainly hope so. Your posts on the topic are enough to scare someone into marriage counseling! Or out of an impending marriage.
cee
November 30, 2008 at 1:21 am
I love that cat pic! And there is nothing like talking phone bill with an ex to spoil the green bean moment! I hope Blue Eyes gets better soon (and you get your beans)
Googie Baba
November 29, 2008 at 11:45 pm
Oh! That divorce is just one headache after another. I hope all of the aggravation is over soon.
Good luck with your paper.