Not ever having been divorced, I can’t even imagine how couples divide the “stuff” of a marriage. But it has to be done. And sometimes, I imagine, one person has the upper hand in choosing. Let’s just hope this guy finds a garden before summer ends.
(I will be posting a piece on my trip to Geneva for Cartooning for Peace soon!)
When Do They Serve The Wine? 
Sorry to break this to you, Liza, but no self-respecting guy would be caught dead sitting at the bar with a trowel. (Unless it were on-the-rocks.) — This is possibly a clue as to why the marriage didn’t take.
Ha! I sort of guessed that, and think that’s why this is supposed to be funny:)
You did, and it was. Good work.
PS: Where be your anxiously awaited ebook? The very thought of it is burning a hole in my debit card!
Soon! Waiting on the production company. Will let you all know as soon as I know! Thanks.