My wife is a classic Type A personality and even though it’s not diagnosed, I’m pretty sure she’s somewhat OCD. A place for everything and everything in it’s place is her motto. When she watched TV before my parents passed down their old surround sound to us, the volume had to be on an even [...] [...]
Hello, I’m what’s left of the American middle class. And I’m dying. I’m in my 30s and I have a wife and one child. I own a house, and although a man is only a man once he buys land and a domicile, it is this very house that is crushing my will to live. [...] [...]
You all know “those parents.” They walk around with their kids in slings and baby backpacks. They carry gargantuan satchels that hold diapers, an assortment of creams, snacks, enough clothes to last for a week, pacifiers, toys and more children’s books than most libraries keep in stock. They drive mini-vans and SUVs filled with bulky [...] [...]
On Thursday night I attended a dinner for work. Every year the company has a night out at a local restaurant to welcome all the interns. We’re supposed to talk and get to know each other and all that happy horseshit. So I went and I had MJ and Will meet me there. I really [...] [...]
For five months I’ve been worrying about MJ not having a job. All I could think about was the money, making ends meet, possibly losing the house, having to borrow from generous relatives, etc. So when she got a great job (thank you Citizens Bank!!!) I was elated. I was on cloud 9. I was [...] [...]
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