Or Maybe

I took a half day vacation on Friday, not to vacation as it were.

I was asked to help one of my wife’s friends move out of her house. She was moving out because she is getting divorced.

They needed people to help move the heavy shit. Myself and her dad were the only two dudes. It wasn’t all that bad. We had to move her out while her husband was a work. It was depressing on a number of levels, moving all this stuff out looking at all the smiling faces on the walls.

My wife is friends with 5 women who are going through divorces or separations right now. Crazy shit. I guess probability wise; it goes death, taxes, and then divorce.