The first was the day I got engaged to be married.
And the second was the day I found out I was pregnant with Precocious Daughter.
Neither of these events seemed particularly funny at the time. Granted, my marriage turned out to be something of a joke, and I'm trying really hard to move past the punchline; and although I cried tears of genuine despair when my pregnancy test came back positive, it turns out I'm deadly serious in my love and devotion toward my beautiful PDaughter.
But it is, I suppose, a bit chuckleworthy that today the fates delivered to me a fitting bookend for the last quarter century.
|Also, I dreamed about a library last night.|
Should I be reading anything into that?
And today, he received notice of an arrest warrant being issued because he blew off a minor traffic ticket.
It's a few days past April 1st, sure, but it's pretty damn close.
And this time I'm not bailing him out. Because after 26 years, I've realized that's not my job.
It's just kind of funny how the universe creates bookends, isn't it?
|Joint credit goes to the universe and|
Simon & Garfunkel, of course.
And I will only continue to get stronger, because I see patterns in the universe where previously I saw only chaos and luck.
We are all strong beyond our beliefs. Join me.
We kick ass.