I sometimes wonder if I am the clumsiest person on the planet. Seriously, does anyone have the magical ability to accidentally break more things than I can? It’s to the point that Paul has politely asked me to refrain from touching his favorite dishes… and I don’t blame him. I’ve broken eight of his drinking glasses since …
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Have you ever noticed that when you’re in a hurry to get somewhere, all the forces in the universe seem to conspire in an effort delay your arrival, facilitating feelings of frustration and murderous intent? It happens to me. A lot. All the time. Ok, maybe not the murderous intent part, but I definitely get …
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Why do people feel an inherent need to touch my baby? Well, not just my baby, but any baby they don’t personally know for that matter. I mean, I know Nathan is all cute and stuff with his cute chubby cheeks and cute little baby grunts, but that doesn’t mean it’s ok for a stranger …
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1. I have a morbidly vivid imagination, which works quite well for me in my field of work (graphic design.) 2. When I’m anxious, I bite my fingernails and leave pieces laying around for my husband to see, just so he knows how stressed out I am. 3. I randomly broke my foot over a …
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