Yesterday, we filed the papers. THOSE papers that one files to "dissolve a marriage." Actually, it's dissolution, but I like dissolve better. I think it's more descriptive. When asked by the paralegal which one of us would be the petitioner, we looked at each other and simutaeously said, "Rock, Paper, Scissors??" And so we did. Russ drew scissors and I drew paper. Then we realized that we hadn't established which position the winner would take. But he chose petitioner. Not that it really matters in our case. We laughed and giggles our way through whatever they call that part. And then we left. We left each other standing on Riverside Dr. He turned his MiniCooper to head east and I continued my Subaru heading west. And thus, at sunset on January 20, 2007, we literally went our separate ways.
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I find the above comment hilarious, given the circumstances.
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