Last night (well, Sunday night), I woke up feeling like I’d been cold-cocked in the face. Not sure if Craig accidentally rolled over and nailed me, or I did it to myself (my money is on the latter),because sadly, it’s not the first time.
When my husband and I got married, it had been a somewhat spontaneous adventure. An opportunity presented its self, which fell through, and we decided to make it happen anyway. Continue reading
No apologies for the earworm.