I just realized that I'm older than my dad was when he married my mom.
I've known that bit for awhile - I just never really thought about it.
The real zinger is I haven't had a date since I was my mom's age when she married my dad.
That, I think about a lot. The time it's been since I've dated, that is - not the age correlation (took four tries to spell that right) thing.
Dad - 1950.
Mom - 1955.
Momendad - 1978.
Me - 1979.
My excuse (which is real, valid, documented and totally pulled out of my ass so mom doesn't think I'm gay* and will continue to hope for grandchildren) is I've been busy with ATC.
Really busy, apparently.
I'll be 30 in 9 days and I'm wondering if I can voodoo up a date. Though I doubt Giant Eagle deli turkey would impress Papa Legba as much as a recently-very-alive chicken... and if it did, I'd use it to cure my insomnia. 2am and I'm not even a little bit tired, gotta be up for work in six hours. Priorities get a bit jumbled this time of {night|life}.
On the off chance... how does one ritually sacrifice deli meat?
Is there a form I have to fill out?
* I'm not, mom! It was a joke!
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