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My twentieth wedding anniversary was yesterday. As Bob is my witness, it will be my last with Aspiring Ex. She now says she doesn't care if the divorce is final by the end of the year or not. That would be nice for tax reasons, certainly, but if it takes a few weeks longer to get it right I'm OK with that. After we file, I have 90 days to plan the party. Watch this space.
I had good news over Skype from the Tickler last night: she is indeed coming back on the 28th of this month, not next month as she'd feared. We have a date planned already for West Seattle shenanigans.
On a related note, there's something I hadn't considered when I acquired a bed that's 4' off the floor with a lot of storage space underneath. If you get night terrors as does the Tickler and you're sleeping in a very high bed like mine, you run the risk of jumping out of it and hurting yourself. Post-divorce I think I'll replace that bed with the queen-size from the old place's guest room and rearrange a lot of stuff.
I had bad news via text from Taller Woman yesterday: she's in pain and nobody's figured out why yet. Please let it just be a chemo hangover.
Oh yeah: Much Younger Woman & I have plans this weekend. It's a pity I'm running low on cash, because there's a lot going on over the coming Labor Day weekend. Thanks, Amazon, for raising all the rents.
I want my summer back. Something deep down in me rebels at wearing outerwear and socks. I blame Florida.
I had good news over Skype from the Tickler last night: she is indeed coming back on the 28th of this month, not next month as she'd feared. We have a date planned already for West Seattle shenanigans.
On a related note, there's something I hadn't considered when I acquired a bed that's 4' off the floor with a lot of storage space underneath. If you get night terrors as does the Tickler and you're sleeping in a very high bed like mine, you run the risk of jumping out of it and hurting yourself. Post-divorce I think I'll replace that bed with the queen-size from the old place's guest room and rearrange a lot of stuff.
I had bad news via text from Taller Woman yesterday: she's in pain and nobody's figured out why yet. Please let it just be a chemo hangover.
Oh yeah: Much Younger Woman & I have plans this weekend. It's a pity I'm running low on cash, because there's a lot going on over the coming Labor Day weekend. Thanks, Amazon, for raising all the rents.
I want my summer back. Something deep down in me rebels at wearing outerwear and socks. I blame Florida.
