Second Chances

I got mine.

Yes, I went out with a guy for over ten years and dumped him and gave back the engagement ring three weeks in, even though I loved his mother and we were friends until he married my younger sister’s cheerleader friend.

Second engagement? Not really asked or answered, give it up to a guy who wrote his doctoral thesis on the Cuban Missile Crisis, actually IRBM’s. Yes, I read it.

Third time’s a charm, Physics grad. We’ve been together over twelve years and leave tomorrow to see his parents for Thanksgiving. They’ve been together over 40 years, and we’ll never hit that mark meeting so late in life.

One rolls the dice and may get snow or a sunny summery day. All I know is that Nanny, age undisclosed, was sent an outdoor game from us because she wanted to shake up Thanksgiving for the great grandkids. It is Qube (pronounced Koob).

I’d like to give these kids a first chance and let them wait until late 20’s for a second. Cheers from Dee

 

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