A letter from August 16th, 2017

Dear FutureMe, It's our 30th birthday!!!!! Age is just a number, but man it must feel odd to finally be in a different age category. Hank is nearing his 40s. Has he made a damn eye appt yet? Anyways, I know we bombed that interview for the County last Friday. But did we? Did you ever hear back? If we did, I remember them saying it would be a total of 5 or so interviews and that was only #2. If we didn't hear back, fuck them. You're awesome and your current workplace appreciates you (even if the County doesn't). Perhaps an additional PT job? We shall see what happens. Well good luck to us, eh? P.S. At least now, we're married to Hank, live together, and have graduated with a master's. That's something, even if the County doesn't want us! P.S.2. How'd the TGR rack work out? Is Myrna happy? :)