“I wish that I could really tell you all the things that happen to me, and all that I have seen.”

Realistically – the person who’s story I should tell is my wife’s. About how she met the man of her dreams and how he swept her off her feet with his charm and his romance and wit… how they fell in love and became inseparable (so far I haven’t actually lied yet!)

Then the $h!t hit the fan and she decided to get a job in a highly competitive and almost 99% exclusively male dominated industry and work to the point where she was acclaimed far and wide (still no lies)

But she doesn’t want her story told (in fairness, she’s still sketching out new chapters on a daily basis!) so you’re all stuck with MY lame-ass stories instead.