My husband is sick. Apparently he has this exciting new flu that’s all the rage in his office. Why can't he be fad-ish about footwear, or hats or something?
Silly, sarcastic, sweet, snuggly, near-sighted, bookish, profane. I'm a damn good shot. I drive people to the airport. I don't know how to cook for less than six people. My mother called me Trouble. I have small feet and a shoe obession. I mock, therefore I am. I'm pasty, freckled, and I throw like a girl. I'm a new, first-time Mom and not afraid to talk about my son like I'm a total idiot. I like splashing in puddles, walking in the rain, and the smell of freshly cut celery.
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