Realizing you’re bisexual after you’re married to a dude, coming to terms with this awful therapist, and never ever ever U-Hauling again. It’s time for some good old fashioned advice!

“It isn’t until the summer, when the frost melts and the icee man comes calling and the pool is open and the yard (however ridden with stubborn weeds) starts to incubate natural life, that you realize the source of your woes isn’t dependent on the weather. It’s you. “