It's December in San Francisco. The "office" I share with SJ is the coldest room in the house, because for some goddamn reason the vent is not connected to the heater. San Francisco has pernicious, damp winter air, so I am bone-cold by midmorning.
Read MoreI've been reading a lot about mom rage lately (70 MILLION RESULTS ON GOOGLE GO FIGURE).
Read MoreOn Thursday, April 20, SJ and I got married. That day I worked until 2 p.m., threw on my wedding dress in the building's bathroom, and took a Lyft to City Hall.
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