Thanksgiving + disclosure
I was wrong. It didn't take nine hours. It took ten and a half. Largely thanks to the 60 miles between Seattle and Olympia taking three and a half hours, we finally cruised into Cave Jct. around 10.30, guts wrenching from questionable Carl's Jr.
After multiple days of feeling awkward and out of place and childish alternating with comfortable and welcome, depending upon stuff, I'm back home. It was also another first, I'd never eaten so much I threw up in celebration of the day. Everyone had their own moments of overindulgent nausea.
Within 24 hours of coming back home, I've learned that I can count on my best friend to lie to me for my wife's sake and that there's no point in me reading my wife's blog. All I ever learn is things I don't want to. It makes me wonder what else I'm being lied to about.
After multiple days of feeling awkward and out of place and childish alternating with comfortable and welcome, depending upon stuff, I'm back home. It was also another first, I'd never eaten so much I threw up in celebration of the day. Everyone had their own moments of overindulgent nausea.
Within 24 hours of coming back home, I've learned that I can count on my best friend to lie to me for my wife's sake and that there's no point in me reading my wife's blog. All I ever learn is things I don't want to. It makes me wonder what else I'm being lied to about.
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