Girl On Top

I set the cell phone back down on my desk after my call to the lawyer and was not ready  for the feelings of heady anticipation or tremendous excitement I felt. This week, let me repeat, THIS WEEK, somewhere in Durban, a sheriff of the court is going to tie his legal horse around a pole in Coral Street and sidle up to Roger, hereafter known as the defendant and issue him a summons for divorce. The lawyer and I discussed whether we should include a small line about his infidelity. The one half of me argues for this being in the summons, heck there is so much I could say, sometimes I want to shout his sins from the rooftop and let the world know what a lyin' cheating bum he was. The more logical, wily brain argues that ultimately it won't serve a useful purpose, no sense worrying a rattlesnake is there? He is just going to rattle his tail at you and you may coax him to strike and then be sorry ....So there is going to be one quaint, dainty reference to his skirt chasing ways. I hate to say it, I  am almost more excited to finally toss this millstone around my neck off the cliff than I was on the day I got hitched. Sad isn't it? Only I'm really really really excited...and thrilled - it's been so long.