Eight…

Bob took Monday and Tuesday off for a long weekend. We spent most of it on the couch, being lazy, playing video games, having inane conversations, and laughing A LOT. We went out to dinner and overstuffed ourselves with Mexican food. We even got dessert, which we never do. Eight years. He’s my favorite. — I’ll Bet On You Toad the Wet Sprocket

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I currently have twenty-six posts sitting in drafts. There are a few that are mostly finished, but I have no intention of posting. Things I’ve written that I thought I wanted to dump into the ether, but once it was on the page I no longer felt compelled to press publish. I keep them because it felt better getting it out of my head. It’s the closest thing I have to a private journal these… Keep reading…Standing right here…