She throws hammers: to open doors, to close doors, to get my attention…
You get the gist. The holes she was putting in my walls and the concussions from the “love tap” thrown hammers was just too much. I wrapped the divorce papers around one of her hammers and threw it in the lake. She followed.
We both joked about the past and things we did even if the details were fuzzy. Then we started joking about things we thought each other did. Finally, we’d just snuggle and giggle for no obvious reason. It was perfect until we forgot we got married and then quarreled over whose house it was. Then we made up and agreed to spend the evening at the tavern.
Three days later I’m at the tavern and wondering why this very large crane keeps tapping at some papers I’m currently using for a coaster. /sigh
When I started the marriage everything was great. But as time went on I realized that she couldn’t remember just who she had and hadn’t divorced. Soon I had quote un quote ex’s on my door telling me that I didn’t belong in my own house.
I made sure to take her right to the Steamwheedle divorce agency and sign the paperwork right then and there. I wasn’t going to trust this to a simple divorce catapult.
She apparently keeps bugs in her hair and she and them tried to eat me. Little did she know I was an engineer with teleportation devices kept in secret pockets for easy escapes. After trekking to the nearest town I made sure to send her the divorce papers as I wasn’t going to go near her again any time soon.
brilliant
