
and in memoriam …
whoo-ee! it was this weekend three years ago that i finally walked out on my post-911-meltdown-marriage husband. i should have walked out the morning after our vegas wedding, when he gave me a sleeping pill instead of the zantac i asked for, causing me to pass out in my cheeseburger at the bellagio. but i’m tenacious, and i tried. well, after a few weeks of him refusing to sign the divorce papers, i had no choice but this:

now, memorial day for me is my own personal fourth of july!

Does he do dishes?
he didn’t then, so i doubt he does now!
Damn.
Well, is it all original equipment? I know a shop that can refurbish him…
trust me - living well is the best revenge!
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