F * R * I * E * N * D * S

I’m starting to have wrinkles, thinking of articles to write about wrinkles… How ironic.

It’s a Friday night and here I am, working while my wife and four of my closest friends are playing UNO cards, drinking shots of tequila every now and then.  I don’t really mind… I’m happy as it is.  I’m doing something I love (writing), while I see and hear the people I care about the most having fun.  It’s a shame though that my big sister is not here.  But that’s ok because we talked on the phone this evening (pretty much standard operating procedure for us) and that’s enough for me.

Times like these, how can I complain?  I have a good life.