War? What war?

[ysabet]

...that is to say, my leaving got slightly delayed until tomorrow morning rather than me and Icka heading out tonight as planned.  Why?  'Cause our asses are dragging-- we're both tired from working like freaking DOGS all day.  And we haven't packed yet.  And there's stuff to do, like ironing garb and finding where my beltpouch got to and why do I

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[lil_1337]

What does your belt pouch look like?

[ysabet]

Oh, I found it! Now if I could just find socks that matched... oh well, I've decided: my socks are now officially non-segregated.

[ytak]

Heh; I hope my Ex isn't there, but he probably is or will be. Wonderful. Oh well; one viper in a field of flowers, so to speak...
My solution to vipers, get rid of them. A shovel works quite well for chopping off their heads. Or, I guess, you could haunt him at every turn and make his life a misery.

Either way, I want you to have fun.

[ysabet]

Oh, but I don't *want* him to die... See, we were married for 15 years before he suddenly decided he didn't want to play anymore and chose to trade me in for someone 15 years younger (man, talk about stereotypical); because of that, when he retires in a year or so, he'll be paying me more than a third of his retirement.

Every month. Every year. For the rest of his life.

Let's hope he lives a looooooong time, huh? He tried to get me to sign off on a form limiting that (in case of my own income going up, remarriage, etc.) during the divorce; I refused. For 15 years I followed him from air force base to base and never put aside any retirement of my own, or had a career, or built much of a resume base... we moved too much; so now, that's how it goes. Sucks to be him, huh? **halo**

[ytak]

....I admire your genius. But nowhere is it written that you can't have the shovel (or some ye olde farming implement) and grin manically whenever he's around. It'll keep him on his toes.