So, I'm unloading groceries from the trunk of the car when a black Lincoln Towncar pulls up in front of my house. My first thought was **OMG, did the CIA find out about my time machine!?**
But then the man in a suit introduces himself as my husband's attorney, and presented me with divorce papers that I've been waiting for for FIVE YEARS!!
I snatched that shit out of his hand and started autographing things like I was a rock star.
Then I gave them back and hugged him (omg, I really hugged the lawyer
![Shocked :shock:](./images/smilies/icon_eek.gif)
Now I will proceed to do an interpretive dance of joy...
!!!!!
![Very Happy :D](./images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif)