Bastille Day marked the 15th Anniversary of my divorce.
When it comes right down to it, getting divorced is really easier and cheaper than getting married, but I got to admit, it stays with you a long time.
I have been in the middle of a steady rash of divorce dreams lately.
Like last night’s version of the move-out. The ex is packing up, the truck is being loaded, there is nothing I can do to talk her out of it.
It is not traumatic like it used to be, I don't plead with her stay, or wake up crying uncontrollably. Hell, I even jump in and help her pack at some point.
And any misery associated with the move-out is tempered by the entrance of a blonde Angelina Jolie, who I manage to get to third base with in the dream.
What do you suppose all that could mean?
I don’t really see what the attraction is with Angelina Jolie in real life. Take away those long long legs, the almond shaped eyes, the bee-stung lips, that beautiful thick and wavy brown hair, the slender neck, awesome breasts and dynamite ass, what do you got?
Nothin’ but a lot of money, that’s what you got.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Jolie Blonde
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Well that ... and a whole lot of crazy!
xxx
Crazy! Thats the best part!
Just as I was getting into your feelings about your split up...you veered off into Babe Land.....
Kristi, if you follow the Bastille Day link, you can read more.
She and I get along great. its real nice that way.
Ok, cool! Thanks!
Kristi, if you are interested, here is another one....it talks a little about moving day. its a good story, I forgot I had told it. I think somewhere there is another with more detail, but I like this one because of what it doesn't say.
http://srevestories.blogspot.com/2009/03/blood-on-tracks.html
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