last to know.....

ok, so i am the last to find out that a notorious acquaintance has divorced...or been divorced by...her 3rd husband......and the only reason that i have not locked up my spouse...or at least draped him in garlic and crucifixes......is that i am fairly sure she won't be moving back to these parts.....having worn out her welcome the first time........she is the one that i mentioned several graduations ago...i catered her youngest son's graduation event......and when she hugged me....and thanked me profusely for being her best friend...or some such rubbish.......i was shocked to discover.......through the passive observer method...that she had had her breasts done.....and that they were hard as rocks.......omg........i can still remember the effort required to not laugh out loud.......mostly at the notion that so many men covet large breasts....even if they are made of semi-styrofoam......maybe the husband in question discovered this for himself after he paid the bill for the reconstruction.......and found himself a younger, less plasticized replacement......i should be sympathetic....i suppose......if this were not someone that i had to pry off my spouse at more than one gathering.........around here they say.....what goes around...comes around.......