Tonight, I was leaning over the dishwasher, and Derek came up behind me to put a dish in the cupboard. And I thought to myself, "is this my fucking life? This stay at home, boring, same man shit...is this my fucking life?" And it is.
I love it. I wouldn't trade my husband for anybody. I love him, I love our stupid dog, and our three cats, and our relatively boring life. It's exciting to me. I mean, we're adorable:
This was immediately after we legalized our marriage. My son and his dad were the witnesses. It was a tiny, perfect afternoon.
I cut my hairs off over the weekend. I also live in my fluffy, luxurious terrycloth robe now.
I'm high on melatonin. My head and eyes feel strange.
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