+10 humor
+10 style

Playin' it like an accordian.

Actually, ::school bus gears grinding::
I just had a thought... Hmmm, tomorrow I will have to go grocery shopping. If this works, I'm selling it to the PUAs.

No, no. I was in a bar on Mass Street in Lawrence, KS. I went to KU at the time. We drank a few schooners and decided to rate the passersby. Some girls were flattered (our judging wasn't based on set criteria). My friends girlfriend saw this and preceeded to scream at us as to how immature and pathetic we were.

I gave her a three.

Chistoso, Yo comprendo, pero se entienden nadie.

Which might open this up to a pet peeve.

a mi? ::risa!:: risa!::

cualqueira!

El burro sabe mas que tu!

::runs away screaming::

Whatever! pshaa!

Interrupting liars who spit tobacco into beer cans after they've left their shoes out in the middle of the floor. That's right! You! Quit ignoring me and fill that ice tray!

I also don't like rental car people who notice body shaped impressions in the roof of a car when I am trying to return it. Some nerve!

Mayan Shamans are sometimes chosen from the womb to be what they are. Their heads will be wrapped in bandages from birth to the age of 9 or 13 in order to develop their senses other than vision.
These Shamans are trained in the 4 elements of fire, water, land, air. They will specialize in one of these. They hold the remaining codices that were not destroyed by the Spanish/Church. Their belief is that the Mayan calendar date, 13.0.0.0.0 (12/21/12) will usher in a new dimension. Those spirits that are ready will move forward. Those that are not will remain. They feel that this change will not be abrupt, but gradual over a few years.

Either way, I'm getting a keg.

What about chopsticks up your nose? I'm just concerned that's all.

::hiding behind green bean display::
Ladies! Please!

<smokin' in my white jacket and black bow tie>

I'm a rod!

::crunch::

Whereupon she puts "Eraserhead" into the VCR and coos in your ear, "This movie really turns me on"

One Surf club sandwich coming up: Chicken breast with romaine, pepper jack, and artificial crab meat on ciabatta. wasn't bad.

::crunch::

mmmphh yeh me too ::munch::

::wonders if they make powdered tabasco::

6 months? That sounds like a typical weekend to me.
Advice? Drink with friends. Shoot something. Go shopping for a new outfit and shoes. Whatever fits your lifestyle.

It's tough, but she at least let you know now instead of later when she could legally clean your clock.

yes

You never know...

What I would do: If you're not divorced yet, at least file a Marital Separation Agreement (MSA). Get this stuff legal and on paper. Define custody schedules, living arrangements in the MSA.
Otherwise, the house is hers too, and you can't stop her from moving back in. I do feel for ya.
I don't know any details. I am not a lawyer. This is not legal advice.

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