What would you like for your last meal, married woman? What would you like the tombstone to say?
It isn’t “official” yet, but will be in a matter of days. I’m dipping my toe in the water:
- Changing my login at work.
- Changing the cat’s last name.
Hey! It’s a thing. She has a middle name, too. (God, I can’t believe I have to tell some people that.)
Welcome back young woman from 1992! A lotta shit happened out here while you had your head up someone’s ass. This guy “-”
- You’re fatter now. Sorry.
- And wrinkly – er. Sorry.
- And ready to mingle. You know, in a geriatric kind of way.
I actually think it will be fun. I’m excited. I’m not sad, or mad, or depressed.