Maybe I Do Need Another Coffee Mug

It’s been maybe more than once that my husband has said, “do we really need another coffee mug?”  It’s been 20 years. Today is our 20th anniversary, and while it’s really been a wonderful 20 years, when he talks crazy like that I begin to wonder if he knows me at all.  Uh, hello. How do I pass up a mug that so resembles my father? Takes me back to listening to vinyls in our garage recording studio. Strobe light all. Strobing?  And wasn’t it actually my husband who said my next tattoo should be a black heart? I believe…

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18 and Counting

No. Not kids. I’ll leave that craziness to those Duggars.  I’m counting years of marriage to this guy.  We’ve been together for 20 years. I almost can’t fathom that. We have been together longer in our lives than we have been apart. We met when I was 17, and he was dating my best friend. A few answers: No, she and I are no longer friends (my bad) Yes, he was totally worth it And, yes he is still a handsome beast. He’s better actually, because now he’s more than just a pretty face.  We went out on the town…

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