
Today is my brother W's birthday. He firstborn is turning 18 months old next week, and he's got another one on the way, who also happens to be a boy. Today i felt like i was surrounded by all these happy, together people who knew where they were going in life. A teammate of mine is expecting in August. She and her husband just had their 5th anniversary in April. They felt it was time to have a family, and boom! They've got a baby in the oven... Oh, i mean, bun in the oven. Same difference.
Then NS my beautiful almost-friend told this beautiful story of how she and her best friend found true love in each other through the tragedy of her father's recent passing. Just like the movies. I swear I was gonna bawl right then and there. (And yes, her best friend is a guy. Sorry, those of you who were just getting worked up by lesbian imagery.)
Whereas i, coming home at 20:00 with two boxes of spirits from BevMo, tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, only to be spotted by a neighbor smoking on his balcony. The cigarette's glow in the dark was as piercing as a cayote's stare deep in the woods - if the cayote had only one good eye, that is.
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