So Saturday was my graduation and Sunday I was hitting the road for a cross country trip on a motorcycle. My first stop was my friends house in eastern Oregon. As it turns out after packing up and leaving I didn't get there until 10:30. It really sucked because I really wanted to visit with my friend since sixth grade but honestly I was still going non-stop for the last 3 months and I really wanted to sleep.
This meant that I had to visit in the morning. We talked and then his mom called. The first things she wanted to say was to ask me when I was going to have kids, and how I could be so dangerous riding a motorcycle. I really didn't want to talk and get in a fight so I handed the phone back to G. without saying anything. She flew off the handle since I didn't answer her but I feel like I had lost the need to explain myself to anyone but my wife.