No drinking wine with DH, either.  He continued to hide in his cave, I had a couple of shots of tequila.
And next time we go out for the day, I’m ordering fucking pizza.

Well hi there.

I've had this thing for ages, mostly to read other people's ramblings, but I've never felt like I had anything to say.

But lately I've had this... this itch.

I love my life.  I have an amazing husband, and the most wonderful little girl, but every once in a while I look around and think "Really?  This is it?  How the fuck did I get here ( Read more... )