La da de... la da da... hmm hmmm hmmmmmmmm...
T - minus - 12 days and counting. It's the Un-marriage-o-meter! Supposed to be T - minus - 5 days... but something went screwy with his house refinance, and I can't finalize the divorce until he signs off, giving me my caish (damn-it-all... say it like I spelled it, Redneck!).
So get this: Mr. Right (right now, for certain) is coming out here from California (over 1500 miles), just to help me move into my new duplex. D-day occurs while he is here. My mother thinks I did it on purpose; I can assure you that I did not.
But since the s.t.b.x has signed the waiver for the divorce, and the only one who can un-do it now, is me... I'm going to pick up Mr. Right from the airport, looking like only the long-lost girlfriend has a right to look... like if my ex ever saw me looking like that, it was only inside the house... as though I were out to make every girl in the airport feel utter jealousy and hatred of my fair complected, coppery-blonde-ness.
Disappointing...
Met with the upper mgt. yesterday to ask for funding to attend grad school. Bon Jovi is ringing in my head "Shot Down... in a blaze of Glory."
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