So I was served divorce papers today. Kind of anti-climatic, given that I had to go pick them up at the post office myself. Why couldn't it have been something cool like in the movies...maybe a cute guy asking me out and then slapping me with them just before dessert arrives? C'mon, where's the drama?
Or the lawyer could have just given them to Beth to bring home with her. It's not like we don't see each other all the time.