As of 11:37 am, Thursday, July 19th 2001 I'm officially divorced. It only took 752 days, 17 hours and 37 minutes. Or, 18,065 hours, 37 minutes, or 1,083,937 minutes, or 65,036,220 seconds.
I'm ok with being divorced, really. It's a heck of a lot better than being married, but that's another story altogether. (Sounds like a good idea for a web page!)
One of the things about being a bachelor is that I spend very little time in my house. Why would I be there except to sleep? I'm not sure why I even have a house. It has rooms that I don't even use, like the living room, the dining room and the kitchen. Occasionally I find things growing in the kitchen that I can't identify. speaking of which, what the heck is this growing in the kitchen sink?
Ever wonder if a Porsche transmission will fit into a bathtub? Yeah, it does!
By the way, my electric toothbrush works well on getting into those nooks and
crannys of the tranny:
(hey, that rhymes!)
I got a new part washer, lookee here:
It even works pretty well, once you get the dishes out of it!
some pictures of my new coffee table:
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