My Wife Discovers My Secret
I am going to start this off with an apology. You might expect this to be some big action story where I save the world. You will be disappointed going into this thinking that. I promise. There isn’t much action in the story. Though I may regale you with the time an animal, which may have been a woodchuck or a groundhog, was trying to burrow under my garage. I grabbed the downspout hanging from the garage and started chasing it.
I got tired and gave up after twenty feet.
But the woodchuck or groundhog or whatever it was never came back so Mission Accomplished.
This also isn’t a feel-good success story.
There was never a point in my life that I had so much money that I didn’t know what to do with. No big promotions. No strippers with a heart of gold.
Nothing like that.
No major successes in my life.
No fall from grace.
Which I guess I should have expected.
When I was nineteen, and just to let you know I took the year after graduating high school off, I ended up enrolling in classes at the local community college. I ended up dropping out of a class because it interfered with watching the soap opera Passions. I don’t remember which class I dropped but I do remember that Timmy was still a part of the show at the time.