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Dear Wife:

I'm writing you this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you forever. I've been a good man to you for seven years and I have nothing to show for it.
These last two weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you quit your job today and that was the last straw.
Last week, you came home and didn't even notice that I had a new haircut, had cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new pair of silk boxers. You ate in two minutes, and went straight to sleep after watching all of your soaps. You don't tell me you love me anymore; you don't want sex or anything that connects us as husband and wife.
Either you're cheating on me or you don't love me anymore; whatever the case, I'm gone.

Your EX-Husband

P.S. Don't try to find me. Your SISTER and I are moving away to West Virginia together! Have a great life!

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Dear Ex-Husband -

Nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true that you and I have been married for seven years, although a good man is a far cry from what you've been. I watch my soaps so much because they drown out your constant whining and griping. Too bad that doesn't work. I DID notice when you got a hair cut last week, but the first thing that came to mind was 'You look just like a girl!' Since my mother raised me not to say anything if you can't say something nice, I didn't comment. And when you cooked my favorite meal, you must have gotten me confused with
MY SISTER, because I stopped eating pork seven years ago.
About those new silk boxers: I turned away from you because the $49.99 price tag was still on them, and I prayed that it was a coincidence that my sister had just borrowed fifty dollars from me that morning.
After all of this, I still loved you and felt that we could work it out. So when I hit the lotto for ten million dollars, I quit my job and bought us two tickets to Jamaica. But when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason, I guess.
I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the letter you wrote ensures you won't get a dime from me. So take care.

Signed,
Your Ex-Wife, Rich As Hell and Free!

P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my sister Carla was born Carlo. I hope that's not a problem.

Grab and piece of paper and a pen and draw a self-portrait in under 2 minutes. Then share it with us!

I did this in Paint as I don't have a means to upload paper pics right now, but I will do one in a mo on paper that I will share later.

Share a sentence from one of your favorite books. 

She believed to her last day in old-fashioned remedies like rhubarb leaf, and made sounds of contempt over all this new-fangled talk about germs, and so on.

Peter and Wendy

This sounds like such an excellent idea. The Eden Project is encouraging people to get their neighbours together and have a big old open air party on July 19th.

See if there is a party planned near you for the Big Lunch.

Right now my girlies and their pals should be relaxing after (hopefully) whizzing through their first major exam, R.E. GCSE.

It was only yesterday that H breathed a sigh of relief that all her SATS were over, but they are in a group of kids that are guinea pigging taking a GCSE at 13-14 in Year 9 instead of Year 11. I helped out with their revision by making flash cards, which I dutifully wrote out in the neatest handwriting I could manage with my dodgy old wrist and it was so weird listening to them quizzing each other on euthanasia and conversion last night, knowing that they were doing it to gain a mark that may or may not mean something to their future.

My biggest hope is that they have learnt what it takes to work at their exams so when they finally get their options for the next two years that they work hard at it to get what they want.