OK, I have calmed down a bit.  She hasn't commented on any of my Facebook posts (good thing I blocked her), I haven't heard of her talking shit about me from any of my stripper girlfriends (thank Buddha), and she hasn't driven by the house (yet).  Things can still change -- she has my license plate, after all -- but maybe I just had to endure the initial panic I placed on myself before realizing things are going to be OK.

So, I think I can talk about other things now ... how about that Oscars slap, y'all?