Got invited to drinks after work on Friday by some young coworkers in another dpt...had to decline. Didn't know what to make of their reactions when I mentioned my age after they tried to goad me, but they all thought I was in my early/mid thirties so that was nice.
Finished up the cooler talk, went to get in the car to head home, twisted my knee wrong getting in (my car sits super low and I'm 6'2-6'3). It's the first time this knee, which was basically reconstructed, has acted up in a "oooo, feck me" way; feels like I took a 12-gauge slug to the side of it or something.
Felt justified, declining the drinks offer.
Just waiting for her to get home tonight...Pamper Town for this big baby. She saw what originally happened to it though and what a shytshow it was, which helps. I've got ice on it, she'll be proud until I tell her why.
Remember men, they may roll their eyes at you, but they secretly love still feeling desired. woof.
Olderton, aren't we?