Twelve in Sweltering Summer Month

Today sucked in its own, special way. Still no news on WTF is going on with my work situation towards the end of the month.

At the same time, I’m really excited about some other things that have cropped up, potentially having time to devote to my company, etc..

We’ll see.

So, on to the recycled prompt.

Funniest or weirdest memory from a relationship?

Isolating a single memory is tough; my dating roster was pretty sparse, and I’ve been with Sarah now more than nine years.

Should I talk about the one who my dog used to steal her seat on the couch when she got up…?
Should I talk about getting stuck in a hotel elevator in formalwear?
Should I talk about lifting in and out of the Jeep, because she couldn’t stretch her legs enough to climb in and out?
Should I talk about the one I didn’t miss after we broke up, but I did miss her kid?

There’s a reason things didn’t work; it’s been a long time, now.

Since I don’t want to remember, which of them was funny?

Last updated August 12, 2015