Her big day was on Monday, and like the dickhead I am, amidst all the chaos, I forgot to mention it on this weblog. I got her a watch and took her out for some grub. It was a good night. She’s having just a smidge of a “mid-twenties crisis,” which she will survive with support, discussion and coaxing.

Also: I reserved the Ryder truck. 15 feet of glory, car-carrier and all. Our ticket outta here.