April 24, 2012
My family is perfect. Really, we are. I have a perfect husband who is 6’4” and built like a linebacker. He is cranky and ornery and a perfectionist, but I love him. I am the momma. I am 5 feet and 11 glorious inches tall. I am not a size 8 or 10. Twelve is [...]
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April 19, 2012
We’re just two girls, kicked back, watching reality television, eating nachos, and drinking shameful amounts of a quality boxed wine. We’re laughing about men, discussing trips we want to take, and then my pretty, glamorous, single friend stops mid-sip and says “Oh my God. Did he just poop on your chair?” She’s disgusted and laughing [...]
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