Soooo....

[RStar]

Originally Posted by Mousey Girl

What else am I going to find?

Sounds like you need to do a major cleaning over a weekend or two, get it all done and out of the way. Pack up anything left to give to him in boxes. This way you won't be wondering what else you will find later, and your home will be safe from this type of intrusion. Purge MG, purge!

Just my two cents.

[Gemini Cricket]

Originally Posted by wendybeth

That you are so much better off without him, my dear.

Yes yes yes yes yes.

[BarTopDancer]

Originally Posted by wendybeth

That you are so much better off without him, my dear.

What she said!

[Morrigoon]

MG: a bit of advice... if you find any more pics of you and X together... you might want to save at least one for your kid.

But for the rest of them... muahahahah!

[Mousey Girl]

These were not the type that he would ever need to see.

There is no way I would ever destroy the family pictures. They will all go into a box for Nickolas.

[Morrigoon]

Oh jeebus! "Not the type"? Hahah, wow. Yeah, burning those would be fun.

Great documentaries on KOCE tonight. In other news... they're going to show Vicar of Dibley! I don't know if they've been doing it, but they are now.

[Gemini Cricket]

Last night I had a dream that Babette and I were starring in a play and it was opening night. Unlike a lot of my theatre dreams, the play was over and there was nothing nightmarish about the experience. I think the play was Fiddler, but I'm not sure.
Other members of the cast were people I have not thought of in years! A couple of people I worked with in a bank 10 years ago and a person from grade school.
Anyway, Babette and I were in the green room talking about how tomorrow's performance was going to go.
I woke up with post opening night happiness. It was quite surreal.

[Capt Jack]

just goes to show


all the world's a stage

[JWBear]

Originally Posted by Capt Jack

just goes to show


all the world's a stage

...And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

[Gemini Cricket]

Applause applause!

Love that piece.
(I was in that show, btw. I was Orlando...)