How I Met My Hubby

paul and me

It was the summer of 1993 — right before my senior year in college. I stayed in the area for a summer job. Three friends and I agreed to go in together on an apartment for the summer. We thought we had one lined up, but a week before we were to move in, it… 

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Eleven Years, Baby!

Eleven years of marriage, that is. We’re going all out in our celebrating today. I’m watching the kids and surfing the ‘Net, cause I don’t get to do that very often. And he’s finishing up the painting project in the living room that I started earlier in the week. If he has time he’s gonna vacuum out… 

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One Down, Six to Go!

the perfect cosmo

Last night Paul and I went on a date for the first time in, well, I can’t even remember our last one. I ordered filet mignon, mashed potatoes, and a glass of red wine – my very favorite meal EVAH. Of course I committed a cardinal sin and ordered the filet cooked well-done. Paul could just die… 

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