My MIL’s birthday is early in November, and she comes to visit us every year (we live in New York, she’s in the Midwest). That year the three of us drank an irresponsible amount of bourbon and just… sobbed while we watched the results come in.
The 45 years were fucking exhausting. And I’m in no hurry to repeat them.
My MIL’s birthday is early in November, and she comes to visit us every year (we live in New York, she’s in the Midwest). That year the three of us drank an irresponsible amount of bourbon and just… sobbed while we watched the results come in.
The 45 years were fucking exhausting. And I’m in no hurry to repeat them.
His term was the longest decade of my life. I don’t remember if I had a celebratory dram but I remember the immense relief washing over me.
45 years would be exhausting! That’s 50% longer than I’ve been alive!