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You win some, you lose some.
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I think I might be winning this one. Recommend on Facebook Share Share on Linkedin Share with Stumblers Tumblr it Subscribe to the comments on this post Bookmark in Browser Tell a friend
Our relationship is like old enough to menstruate.
August 2001 I think this picture was taken? My future hubby and I had already been through a lot together by then, two years and 3000 miles into our burgeoning love affair. I can’t quite explain what it feels like … Continue reading
I swear I am totally Jewish.
But as a Jew, I was deprived of tree trimming for 26 long years until I married Scott and was forced, completely against my will, to get a tree of my own. And who says Jews can’t enjoy a little … Continue reading
Things Scott Says
No, seriously. That’s not a college dorm, or the sink at your office. That’s in my kitchen, right now. Recommend on Facebook Share Share on Linkedin Share with Stumblers Tumblr it Subscribe to the comments on this post Bookmark in … Continue reading
I do. I totally still do.
http://vimeo.com/moogaloo
For our first anniversary, we got each other tickets to the playoffs and ate year-old cake. (Dodgers vs. Cubbies…*sigh* the good ‘ol days.) For our second anniversary, I was nine months pregnant, and we ordered dinner from a local italian … Continue reading

























