Until really recently, I had a strict “no joining gyms” policy. This policy was based upon good solid reason and logic – in the past, I would join a gym, go religiously for a few months, get sick and not go for about a week, and then never go back again. Ever. Plus, I wouldn’t […]
Getting married at any age is like descending into the cavernous lair of a supervillain. No one in their right mind wouldn’t expect to trip a few lasers and get beset by half-shark, half-crocodile hybrids, because, you know, villainous shit happens. Marriage crises happen.