So get this:
I ran across my ex-husband on MySpace today-apparently that six degrees of separation thing really works.
You have absolutely no idea what kind of restraint I exercised when I denied myself the pleasure of posting a comment: "So, do you still get drunker'n Cooter Brown and beat up your wives?"
Because it was tough.
But he's fat and not handsome anymore, which was very cool.
I'm not bitter.