Musings on my evil ex

whose birthday is today, although far more important was last week's fourteenth anniversary of our divorce, which was the best damn present I ever received for my birthday. Now I'll probably get a nasty e-mail threatening legal action for the mere mention of him. Oh, well. Thankfully the few things we still share are a birthday week, an age (I'm a week and 12 hours older), and our feelings towards each other, which no doubt have softened to mere disdain over the years.