Woe woe woe.

Well, damn if that wasn't a pretty difficult twenty-eight hours right there. Dan came, he left. The marriage was dissolved, I changed my name--the judge wouldn't do it, offered to hyphenate or let me take my maiden name* but not give me something brand spanking new. It was okay though, albeit $138 more expensive this way--a trip to probate court and the newspaper office took maybe fifteen minutes combined, because Ohio is small and people are helpful here. The probate guy was way nice.

Here's to a better tomorrow!

*We seriously still call it that on legal documents?