Either way, I think we’d still be divorced right now. I’d rather be arguing about custody agreements than whatever it is we argue about now.

Unfortunately, my current living arrangements does not provide enough space for a cat. I’m not much of a dog person. There’s a possum that will sometimes rummage through the compost. I’ve taken to calling him Mortimer.

On the one hand, there’s someone who isn’t too keen on resting in the mayor’s fancy decorative back pocket. On the other hand, the same someone appeared to be running out of spite. So I did the only logical thing. I voted for Pongo because he likes everyone.

Trust me, that man has given me plenty of reminders on why I shouldn’t still have feelings for him. Fortunately the negative ones take time to remind any positive ones that try to sneak back in why they don’t belong.

Oh, I’m enjoying it entirely too much. Nearly more than the joy your death would bring. Nyeh!~