Keflooey

The legal mess that is my divorce is in a state of kerflooey-ness.

I have wisely chosen to go into full-on midlife crisis and denial, and left my teens and young adults home to fend for themselves for 24 hours so I could go to lunch in another city with my middle-aged girlfriends.  I had a marvelous time!

We ate burgers and gourmet popsicles and talked.  And talked.  And talked.

Then I came home and promptly dropped my contact lens down the bathroom sink.  Oopsy.  I wear disposables and that was the last one for that eye.  I was overdue an eye exam anyway, so I'll be toddling off to the ophthalmologist as soon as I can get an appointment.

In the meantime, I think I'm going to look for my bifocals.  I know they're around here somewhere.
(Today I sound a bit like my dear friend Nota Supermom.  You can find her blog listed over there in my favorite blog list.)

Since I don't have much to write about today, I'll leave you with the link to The 50s Housewife Experiment.  It's a blog written by Jen (not Jenn).  She spent two weeks following advice written to new brides from books and magazines of the 50s and wrote about the experience.

My mother-in-law was a new bride in the 1950s and that was her life.  I suspect that she was a perfect 50s housewife.  While there are many good things about that lifestyle, it doesn't work when the husband is abusive.  This is also the life that my soon-to-be-ex-husband wanted and expected to have when we got married.  Minus the weird jello molds.