I had a birthday this past week. August 21, I turned 33. In my days of walking on this Earth, I have seen many things as you have read. I have also heard many things. This story takes place the day before my birthday. It was a nice and peaceful morning. I got to sleep in and I didn't owe anyone a thing. My boss was nice enough to give me 3 days off in a row and I was going to make the most of them. I spent most of this one inebriated. The events that happened quickly sobered me up. This is the first of many instances...
After the instances the day before, I was fully fine with being left alone the rest of the day. Jason and I just stayed as close to home as possible and hardly went anywhere. I got all my favorite foods and it was totally worth the headaches involved.
The night before my birthday, everything was far from calm. I spent most of it nicely marinated but functional. When you're dealing with what i'm dealing with, you might want to be inebriated too. TC had calmed down from our invisible visitor that morning and was roosting quietly on my shoulder. Jason and I had retired to our bed to watch some TV.
34 years of life below the Mason Dixon line leads to a lot of stories of old and new.