Chicks in an egg cup

Rough week/day for Spouse: too many to count.

Cost of two stuffed chick dolls in a cup shaped like at egg? $15.

Spouse's smile? Priceless.

When do I feel like a grownup?

I'm thinking too much. I need to just enjoy my life.

A...remnant...of my youth is looking to others to vouch that I'm at the right place in my life. Thus, I've never had to worry--much--if I felt I was in the right place.

But I don't have that option anymore. I have gone in different directions than my peers who, too, have gone in different directions. With the exception of college (we've all went), none of us are in a "traditional" place in our lives.

I'm a husband. A homeowner. A partner in a book business. I'm starting a new career in the auto industry while free-lancing in said industry. An uncle. A son. I know where I am but not where I want to go.

Time for a cheeseburger.

A quick dash--

-- (dash)


Kidding aside, I am on my way to work. Just wanted to report in. Or out. Whatever.

Anyway...didn't see my friends last night due to rain. Worked on posts. Watched anime with spouse. Got up way too late this morn.

Back in a bit. Stay dry, y'all!

Quick dash

On my way to work. But as part of my promise to right more often (or, better yet, regularly), I'm penning this post to know that I'm still thinking about you.

Weekend was spent with the spouse shopping, eating, and watching hilarious english translations of anime.

More to follow.