So, I had my first post divorce date last night and although it wasn't bad, it wasn't exactly good either. Suffice it to say, there will be no second date with this particular suitor. My driving was just terrible by the way. ECT has really messed up my sense of direction, attention span and powers of observation as far as road signs go. Yes, I went the wrong way down a one way street, oops! Also, it turns out that tattoo conventions are pretty boring unless you're lucky enough to be being tattooed.
After I dropped off my date I ran to the Speedway to pick up a 12 pk of Bud Light Lime, my favorite way to spend a Saturday afternoon. But Susie called and invited me strawberry picking so how could I refuse? Strawberries grow on a bush it turns out and are pretty low to the ground. I swear we walked a mile just to get to the damn things and I was wearing my wellies which kill my feet. The constant stooping to pluck absolutely killed my back. I'm too young to be falling apart this much!
Looks like I can put my lease termination fees on my bankruptcy so I'm pretty much 99% sure I'm going to Kentucky. Oh geez, I hope I know what I'm getting myself into!
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