You know how some dogs get scared when there’s fireworks?
Well, two years ago, that was me, as terrified as a puppy on the Fourth of July.
Continue reading “Three+Me: Before they were my stepkids, they were my boyfriend’s kids”
Ah, another glorious piece of plastic in my wallet. I’ve been meaning to get one for months, and finally took the plunge last week.
A library card in our “new” town. (Realize we’ve been in our apartment for over a year. I procrastinate.)
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Couch. Coffee table. Fog machine. Disco lights.
If you took a tour of our apartment’s living room recently, these are some of the things you’d have seen.
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It was a Sunday, and I woke up at 6:30 a.m. The jetlag from the honeymoon still hadn’t worn off.
But awake or not, I had no intention of getting out of bed.
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The wedding happened. Leading up to it, I was excited, but also a little scared. What would my fiance’s kids do?
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