Somehow it was only three years ago that T and I were married. That day feels like a million years ago. Tonight, by the grace of God, we have a babysitter and we are going out to dinner. Maybe T will even have gas in the car.
Let’s just hope these guys can stay away until next Monday and that this is typical symptom of NPR reporting to its audience of overly analytical, uptight, “I have nothing better going on in my life”, cat lady type of people.