JUDGE JULIE

"Let me go over your points:

You can't stand him at all."
"Not a bit."
"You'd like his head to meet a wall."
"Yes, that's it."
"He makes your blood boil."
"He sure does."
"Your worst day was when you met him."
"It sure was."
"You can't stand the way he talks, or acts, or is.
In fact, you hate everything, if it is his.
You don't even like the way he shakes his head.
You'd rather bathe in gravy than have him share your bed."
"Correct," said Moira. "That's right, completely."
"Shall I tell you," said Judge Julie, "The real thing that puzzles me;
Why did you even get married?
What exactly possessed you?"
"I married him," said Moira,
"Because he asked me to."
"Let me make a suggestion; next time you're asked something,
Think it through a little more carefully, OK?"
"I guess," said Moira. "But hang on, Judge Julie,
Does that include what you did just say?"
Judge Julie frowned. "What are you, nuts?
Did I say it was a question or that it was a suggestion?"
"A suggestion."
"There you are then. Now you can go your separate ways."
"But do we get the divorce, Judge Julie?"
"Moira."
"Yes ma'am?"
"Go away."

25 July 2002