I had to Google that. Never heard of them, but they don’t strike me as radically different than Funko Pops. I know married people with those. Someone out there probably likes you, or would if they met you.
On my third marriage. There is about nothing anyone of us wanted from the other, amicable as far as stuff and finances. Can’t imagine arguing over material crap. What’s hers is hers, mine is mine.
Reminds me of the Beanie Baby divorce.
If I got married (somehow) and subsequently divorced, I’d probably have to do this with my fumos.
Not that I ought to be concerned, of course, given that my mere ownership of fumos renders the prospect of marriage entirely hypothetical.
I had to Google that. Never heard of them, but they don’t strike me as radically different than Funko Pops. I know married people with those. Someone out there probably likes you, or would if they met you.
Appreciate the confidence boost but at present I consider it a feature, not a bug.
On my third marriage. There is about nothing anyone of us wanted from the other, amicable as far as stuff and finances. Can’t imagine arguing over material crap. What’s hers is hers, mine is mine.
I had heard about this but the picture puts it in a whole new context, my word.