Last night I had drinks with a friend. Next week her boyfriend is staying with us. I think I agreed to talk him into starting therapy, stopping coloring his hair, and getting a vasectomy. But I will have two days.
My grandfather passed away 20 years ago this November. At his wake, my family had blown up a bunch of pictures of him to display, and there was one picture from when he was in his 20s that looked EXACTLY like me. My grandmother walked up to me and said, "It's amazing, isn't it? And now you know what you will look like when you're dead, too!"