oxymoron? Apparently not.
Most of the year my family is thousands miles away. Unfortunately, this can be mentally as well. About once a year we collide and before I realize my place, I'm on a plane back to the left coast.
Next Saturday is Aug. 5th and my dad will be re-married. August 5th, quite the round number. 20 days shy of the 27th anniversary of my family completion. With me being the youngest, this also means 20 days shy of my 27th anniversary of birth. Perhaps this is just a clever, perhaps not so clever, way of tying my birth and my fathers re-marriage, my collage of august. (I'll be going to Oregon as well on a splendid driving vacation.) Or maybe I just want all to know that my birthday is coming up. Saturday is the wedding, Friday I meet the bride. Brother and Sister have already met her and I've been told to expect the unexpected.
Three things I know:
1. She's blonde
2. She smokes
3. She's independent/free thinker
if I may quote ye ole primetime puppetry, "not da mamma"
Sister pointed out something interesting. Father is having a large house built in a yuppie new England town. Mother is struggling to find 2 bedroom condos in her price range.
I used to think alimony was a crock. That was back when it didn't matter. That was back before mother got screwed.
These thought have run dry.
3 comments:
I've looked at this post for the past three and have yet to think of anything good to say.
Keep posting. I enjoy it so much.
I need a proofreader
holla "we want prenup!" (we want prenup!)
the left coast is the west coast.
out.
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