Hello, friends! My fiancée's youngest son (a/k/a "#StepesterFiasco"?) turns 14 today. That makes him officially a teenager, according to my late grandfather. Grandpa Daymond always said that 13 was when you became a "stinkin' teenager" and at 14 you become just a regular teenager. I'm not entirely sure that's scientifically accurate.
Anyway, here we are in 2023. I haven't made any resolutions. I might not. I'm still trying to figure out what direction I'd like 2023 to take. It'd be nice if 2023 were a little less like the last three years, but there seems to be a pattern forming. I guess we'll find out!
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