When LemonGloria wrote of a recent email sent to her new husband by one of his ex’s, I laughed heartily mostly from the uproariously funny manner in which that lady weaves the strings of life into the fabric of poignant humor. I also laughed at the many speculative reasons one might send an ex with whom s/he has had limited to no contact a picture of you & your spawn after childbirth. The largely acknowledged reasons had two theories – accidental inclusion or deliberate attempt to demonstrate what one had missed. In concluded that the latter reason was most probable, I mocked this woman’s vanity, her pettiness, and her general being.
Then karma declared today as the day of retribution.
I compiled my long email list of invitees to the first ever Bloggerational Ball I am hosting with LivitLuvit and Who Invented Roses. It was several hours later when I got the email from an ex I accidentally included on the distribution list. She is delighted to join us she wrote. I would be more delighted by someone coating my boys in honey and tying me to a colony of red ants than to see her.
I slightly exaggerate. The problem is I don’t know how much power she still wields over me, and I am not anxious to learn in the middle of a party I am hosting. I am especially reticent to learn this fact with her dressed in evening wear – I am a sucker for a well dressed pretty face.
So blogosphere, help a man out – play Miss Manners and suggest a graceful manner in which I can uninvited her.