Buckle up. This still doesn’t feel real.
I’m 30. My dad is 61. And about three months ago, he told me he was getting married again.
“To Dana!” he said, all bright-eyed like a teenager. “We’re doing a small wedding. Just close friends and family.”
Dana. Fifty-something. Wears heels like they’re glued to her feet. Talks like she’s always in a sales pitch. And I swear she’s made of 70% Botox and 30% bad vibes.
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