Fuck. I’m old.
It was like telling me I hit some abstract milestone that, until that point, seemed imaginary. None of it seemed real. She reminded me that I’ll be fifty next year. I wasn’t ready to hear that.
New Job: Part Deux
I’m a little late to the party here in posting this, but I got promoted back in June of this year at work.
Rand did a thing…
And I said yes… along with a healthy amount of happy tears. And now we are on to the planning… For my first marriage, I… Read more
