My husband had a bad day. A really bad day.
He found out from a high school classmate via Facebook that his 20-year reunion is next summer.
I wasn’t there, but I’m pretty sure a few f-bombs were dropped.
The news came as an unpleasant reality check, about as welcomed as a sock to the stomach.
It’s not that he doesn’t know how old he is. He just didn’t realize 19 years had passed since he was a high school senior.