I have to get used to calling the ex-husband. Sort of weird, it is. Also weird is the replacement of the husband in the everday vernacular with the term, the girlfriend. Sort of the kind strange feeling that you realize right after you get married and you aren't used to saying, "My husband or my wife" just yet.
So last night, I ended up at a Pudding Wrestling Match. Yeah. That is right, I said a pudding wrestling match.
I'll give you a moment to reflect back on your Friday night and then consider how much more fun it would have been to be at a pudding wrestling match.
Part of me wonders, would Bill Cosby condone the use of his beloved JELLO pudding in this manner?
I think so.