I turned 33 this week.
I got a promotion; I'm now assistant middle management at a national retail chain under dimwit, racist, Asian American.
And I convinced my 57 y.o. mother that she needs to go to therapy* for her hoarding habits.
How was your Thanksgiving?
*well, I asked her to schedule an appointment at the clinic that's at the end of the block (and has been this whole time^), but it's a start, right?
^is that irony or what?