"Realistically, what are the odds that he's some extra-super, double-terrific guy?"

I fell asleep sitting upright in a chair. I had been watching DVRed episodes of "Who Do You Think You Are?" and apparently didn't make it through Gwyneth Paltrow speculating about why her Great-Great Grandmother was a hoarder.

That really doesn't lead naturally into an extra fabulous day. I woke up stiff, pained. A cruel reminder I am getting older.
I will be 27-years-old this summer. That's so crazy. I'm not sure what I expected things to be like at 27 but I can guarantee it wasn't living with my parents, sleeping in the same bedroom I did at 8-years-old.