My youngest son is getting married. Oh wait, no, he's not-he's actually panicking out back. Millie tells me that He doesn't think he can go through with it and that Amita wants to tap out too-something about Colby. Grandchildren are slipping through my fingers. Can this day get any worse?
Hold on. Did that really happen?
It did. Millie just sorta proposed to me.
Ah, what the hell. Let's do it.