LADIES, imagine this.
It’s 15 years from now. Your son is playing pee-wee football. Your husband has been working with him all summer. Your little girl is cheering on her big brother at the fence. The coach benches him and puts in a golden retriever.
I was going to have a proper career by 30. I’m 47.
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Me:[throws phone in disgust but picks it up and texts back angrily] you’re less than 3
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Me: was I not supposed to wake up?
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