There's also finding the means to come up with the 2 or 3k needed to pay the attorney for his or her time and effort, pouring over tomes which would make the rest of us - out of sheer frustration and boredom - want to bang our heads upon rough concrete pillars.
Laying all remarkies aside, i seriously wonder, if men are prone to flash last-minute pre-nups - in hopes their (latest) victim is preoccupied with getting the invites out, deciding which caterer, and whether or not a cash bar is tacky (our heroine hates booze - you go girl :):):). And about family has one...who likes to start needless (post-election) drama, but if you invite one, and not the other ... ugh!
Anyway, the wedding called off, and peewee is braying all over red-pill land, how he dodged a bullet.
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