I was running around, like a nutcase (OK, so in twelve years some things have NOT changed). My company was moving the following week. I had to pack my desk because I would not be there. I had to run to the worst part of one of the worst towns in New Jersey, because located there was the only place to find the Tuxedo I wanted.
Home to pack. (More freaking packing…. I was SOOOO sick of packing).
Call my sister to finalize arrangements to take care of the two cats we had at the time.
Have a few drinks to calm my nerves.
Tryed Sleeping but that didn’t work out so well.
Why was I going through all of this? Because twelve years ago tomorrow, I married TheWife.
What a long strange trip its been.