Which reminded me of one of my less glorious moments ... but since it's language-related: My first marriage started going pear-shaped from, oooh, about day 1. Shortly before the final curtain, my wife and I had an incandescent row not long before going to a friend's party. The car journey to the venue was accomplished in companionably poisonous silence, a fairly normal condition for us by then.

There were some people there we didn't know, and I was introduced to them, but only after I'd had more than one drink. Well, more than several, actually. I then introduced my spouse as "This is ____, my ex-wife." She (naturally enough, and with a couple of drinks inside her as well) reponded, without thinking: "We're still married!", to which I replied "It's all a matter of timing."

Whoops.




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