Well, today is the day that they get this divorce wrapped up per the judge's requirements or they don't. The evil wench in the UK doesn't have a computer tied to the internet where she is living and was having trouble doing anything on her phone or ipad. My son, though he ignored his father's advice and information about the forms and where to get them, apparently did it anyway and sent them over to her. Will they never learn that we aren't stupid?
The photos she has on FB show that she's dyed her hair dark brown (she's a redhead naturally), maybe to look younger. I wonder what his mother's real feelings are about her. Maybe she's just glad her son can get a girlfriend. I bet it's his first one, to be honest. He'll eventually come to his senses, or she'll get sick of him and move on to the next victim.
My son's FB post:
Gonna have to take a mental health day tomorrrow. Anxiety is kicking my butt today.
It's so cold today (no, Lisa and Mary, not by your standards). If the wind blows at all, no one goes out of the barn. They just hang around the aisle and poop in it so no need to even open the barn door and let all that cold air inside on those poor old arthritic ladies and Atlas, who can't make one step without flexing his leg.
Tomorrow is our 43rd anniversary and we're going to a slightly larger town 25 miles south and just bum around so they'll be locked up tomorrow, too, but it will be even colder than today. So far, no snow in the forecast, just some flurries a week or so out, but I feel so sorry for those chickens that Jamie Bailey has out in his yard in open pens, some with zero shelter over or around the fencing to cut the wind that whips through there. My birds are in a heavenly situation by contrast.
43 years is a long marriage. Ours is on the 12th and will 31 years. Time sure has been flying, most days. 
