So, Ruby and I were talking the other night, and we decided some things.
Thing the First: if we’re both still single in our late 30s/early 40s, we’re gonna get married.
Thing the Second: Yes, that means Milady and I are no more. Not the important bit here.
Thing the Third: Ruby and I decided that we needed a prenuptial agreement, both to make sure that divorce can be quick, easy, and painless in the event that either of us wants to marry for love (rather than codependence), and also to protect our butts.
Thing the Fourth: We decided that, should we get married and later divorce, that we should see if we can drive the arbiter absolutely bugfuck crazy. Because that is our idea of funtimes.
Thing the Fifth: We will continue to live in the same house despite the divorce, and while we are far too civilized to quibble over the crockery, there might just be a war over the loose leaf.
Because tea fanatics we be, and that is serious shit, man. You do not fuck with the loose leaf.
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