I did a lot of things wrong in my marriage: worked too hard, cared too much, made too many sacrifices for my family.
Tore my heart out and left it lying on the kitchen floor so that anybody who wasn’t too busy stabbing me in the back could stomp it into the no-wax vinyl tiles that I myself laid down at a savings of more than two thousand dollars.
The Wiffle ball is not supposed to rest on the hood of the car. For another thing, I assembled that band saw myself.
But the two of us still need to have some kind of ground rules here: 1. You are now dating my ex-wife, and her lawyer, my lawyer, and a state judge have all informed me in writing that you have a legal right to do so. I’m not a blackmailing pickpocket doubletalking divorce attorney, so I don’t know the technicalities. Synopsis Lee Yoo-rim is a high school English teacher. She's cynical and always plays hard-to-get when a man shows interest in her. - Emoticons are fun, but actual thoughts are appreciated. - Post only in English, as this is an English language community. Choi Hong is a student teacher, even though she is one year older than Yoo-rim. Source Commenting guidelines - Stay on topic and do not spam.
The two of you don’t walk together within a thousand feet of the golf course or the driving range. To install cable TV, they have to drill a hole through the house. Somebody ought to get the Nobel Prize for that idea—drilling holes through the roof. I can’t remove the band saw from the basement just yet. Before you even ask, allow me to explain why there’s no cable TV. To install satellite TV, they have to drill about twenty holes through the roof. You are not to use it, you are not to move it, you are not to put anything on it or let anyone else put anything on it, including even just one corner of a laundry basket while the person carrying the laundry basket scratches their nose.