Ever had a day so surreal that you have to pinch yourself to make sure that you are awake.
Friday the 13th started out like any other day. Juggling kids to daycare, get to work, remember to breathe and hope like hell that you can make it through the day.
Work was fairly standard. No one died on me today thankfully and I don't think that I caused permanent damage to anyone.
I am a creature of habit. I like consistency and routine. I knew that my mate Pete and his son were coming up to a visit. I was excited, good to see my kids playing.
Little did I know that there was treachery afoot.
You see, Pete's son had grown about 3 feet and developed a wonderful rack. Unbeknownst to me, Pete had organised my gorgeous friend to visit.
Walking into my kitchen was my friend Punk* (*name changed to protect the guilty) who I had not seen in about 3 years. I am still shocked and not sure if I want to kill Pete or kiss him for the wonderful surprise.
This weekend is about taking chances. He is taking a chance with a new friend, Punk took a chance up to see me and I'm taking a chance to live without thinking.
3 souls awakening.