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I'm 37, but I don't feel any different from when I was 36 just yesterday.
My car still breaks at inopportune moments like....just after a wonderful birthday night out with my husband. Apparently, the battery's dead. I swear if the car weren't so brand spanking new, I'd kill it dead, too.
Family stuff continues to be disturbing. Mike's grandfather had some sort of urinary problem such that they drained a gallon of urine from him, removed part of his prostrate and some other rather unsavory things. The guy is a 70 year old diabetic, so it's not like he can realistically look forward to a speedy recovery. He goes in for surgery on Wednesday morning. Mike has offered to go up weekends and work at the family stores to help his grandmother out. Mike's mom is looking at taking a part-time job nights and weekends to help make ends meet.
We're so broke we're shaking our socks for extra lint. We took a cash advance out on our credit card just to cover our checks and we definitely shouldn't have gone out tonight. My mother sent a check for my birthday that bought dinner.
Yup. Same old shit, different day.
37 isn't much different than 36.
Just older shit.
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