I swear, this really happened

Evidently someone hid a portal at the front door of my office which transports everyone into a Monty Python sketch. Today's subject? Plaintext Mondegreens.

[SETTING: The cube-quad where JAMES, CHRIS M., CHRIS R., and JAKE sit. MEREDITH walks up from her small windowless office. VIC, the supervisor, enters from the other direction.]

VIC: ...I'm still trying to find half my pens.
CHRIS M.: They're ferrets. They love shiny things.
MEREDITH: Like Kiki!
JAKE: [pops head up] Kinky? Who said kinky?
CHRIS M.: You like Sluggy Freelance?
MEREDITH: Dude, I introduced Chris Glenn to Sluggy Freelance.
CHRIS M.: Glenn's into Sluggy?
MEREDITH: Yeah - he's like the Sluggy evangelist or something.
CHRIS R.: [Gets off a call] Who's a slinky evangelist?
VIC: That's okay. You should check out Fetus-X.
JAMES: What?
VIC: The main character is an aborted fetus in a jar.
[Another TECH walks up.]
TECH: An imported what in a jar?

-fin-

Dragging on toward the not-so-bitter end

Leo came by the office today, and we signed the waiver of appearance and final decree of divorce. He doesn't have to show up in court at all; I'll appear sometime shortly after my lawyer gets back into town, and then I'll be a Single Girl again in the eyes of the law as well as in the eyes of everyone I know.

I feel curiously empty about the whole situation. You'd think I'd be relieved, or pleased, or something ... but no, not really. I haven't felt married in years, if I ever did in the first place, so this isn't much of a change.

<shrug>