This is a horrible bumper sticker only me and maybe one other person would buy.
I learn and appreciate more every day.
Tonight I sat through a dinner full of Cancer talk and old stories about my dearly departed father that made me want to laugh and scream and crack skulls all at once, all while being served shitty white wine and over-cooked lamb in a lavender dining room.
An adult. I am one.
I know this because I just kept breathing.