As I unzipped my tall black boots, the barely audible gasps bounced off the walls of the clinic, and echoed through the lab. This was quickly followed by hands clapping over mouths in astonishment. The tension was soon broken by fits of giggles and even some tears. The all important timing of waxing my legs to coincide with a weekend away and a wedding two weeks later had resulted in this unfortunate incident.
Five minutes earlier my coworkers and I were discussing my upcoming waxing appointment. Comments like "they can't be that bad" and "this is how mine look after a month of not shaving" preceded the display of soft fine hair you had to use a magnifying glass to see. I assured them all they had not seen anything like what was hiding under my boots. But they insisted. And so.....I lifted my pant leg and unzipped my boot. The reaction was one of the funniest things I had ever seen. They could not hide the horror in their eyes. "No I'm not Italian ......or Greek..."

Happily my legs are now back to their silky smoothness :)

And so it seems that you can appear polished and coiffed on the outside, and no one will never know what's lurking under your boots......

"Congratulations!" my lawyer's secretary exclaimed over the phone "Your divorce order has come through today, and we will also need you to pay your bill".
"Um, thanks"
Later that night I sat with co-workers and friends at the Springs. Teresa paused as our food was put in front of us. She lifted her beer and said "Before we start we should raise our glasses in a toast" We all obeyed and lifted our drinks. "To...." pause "....divorce?"
I couldn't help but giggle. Really, it's not much of an occassion to toast, but I admire the thought.

I wasn't sure what to expect from the day my divorce was final. It turned out to be pretty uneventful. There weren't any tears or fond memories. Pretty much the same as every other day this year. I think I grieved for this marriage along time ago, this was just paperwork.

So if any of you know any single 30yr old men...... (kidding.....)

I got an email asking for toilet paper....

Really Terry, get some control over your wife....