Think the title sums it up pretty well.
Of all the things I could be
asked to pick up on my way home from work, the last thing I would imagined at my age….. A pregnancy test??
It’s not for our teenage daughter, (which means I ‘m not headed to jail for killing some teenage boy) but for my wife Angel!! Come on now, I ‘m presently scheduled to turn 39 this weekend, I say it that way as I’ve not yet accepted 30, I’ve been “29 again” for a long while now. We’ve managed to grow up our boys and they have their own lives. Teaching our granddaughter naughty things is way too much fun. We’ve been looking forward to an early partial retirement and doing some traveling shortly. Gabs’ starts high school next year, growing up faster than I’d like in so many ways….. The thought of starting over again……. Kinda scarey, I’m such a clumbsy oaf
Is this payback for giving Angel’s brother so much crud about our youngest nephew? Poor guy will be close to 65 when Joey graduates from high school.
Think I’ll keep my mouth shut for a while, at least until the results are in.
