I was at brunch yesterday, having a fine meal and a good time. It was quiet, because I was a wee bit hungover from the night before (note: the anti-inflammatory drugs I'm taking? Great for hangovers too. Yay, me!).
To my great excitement, I saw, across the room, one of my favourite people in the entire world. A person whose family I had been discussing the night before, with the every same friend!
Then I saw that he was sitting with my ex-husband and his new wife.
Is is really mean of me to say that I think I'm much, much prettier than she is? It's either that, or I'm really, really shallow. I'm OK with either, actually.