I hate adulting. I'm 35 and sucking at this. I've had a string of bad breakups, sucky jobs, and even moved back in with my mother. Will life always be this way?
Oh, but this tall, dark, and mysterious stranger walked in the door of the dog grooming business where I work, and now I think there might be more to life after all.
My best friend thinks he's bad news and my mother thinks he's crazy. But crazy is as crazy does, right? I mean, aren't we all just a little crazy?