Somehow I thought I'd be living in that white two story house with a picket fence. I was talking to a coworker about it and I told her, 'I wish she would just cheat on me.' How horrible is that?
Another sign I'm getting older, I made a reference to Peter Cetera and someone had to ask who that was.
I'm waiting for a wave of excitement to wash over me....
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