On Wednesday of last week, while I was still a disgusting mucous factory, my husband came home from work (as usual) kissed me hello (as usual) and said, “Happy two months, my wife.” In my Advil Cold and Sinus haze, I’d missed the milestone of being married a whole two calendar months. It’s funny because…
Category: Meandering to the Beat of My Own Cowbell
Husbandly Heroism
It’s no secret I think my husband, aka The Electrician, is the greatest guy around. This weekend he saved me from a gory death in the dollhouse basement. Let me tell you how it all went down, and how Thanksgiving was almost my final day on the planet. Just before preparing our turkey for two…
Blue Speckled Pup 