Hey Jim.
You’re finally with Pam. That’s great. I suspect you two kids will have a long and fruitful life together. Good luck.
Now slow the fuck down. This whole being perfect all the time thing? Unsustainable.
You are setting high marks for the rest of us. Our ladies have to be around us 24/7. I can’t be awesome, amazing, sweet, caring, and perfect non-stop.
Sometimes I need to fart. Burp. Sometimes I need to say things to the TV like, “Selma Hayek’s boobs are out-of-control.”
I don’t mind running this marathon we call marriage. You just need to stop sprinting.
