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This is not a recent picture. But it is a very accurate depiction of US. Him making me laugh as I’m taking dumb pictures. And critters. Critters everywhere. There is no one else in the world I’d rather weather a global pandemic with. Eleven Years. — (I Choose You by Sara Bareilles) — I Choose You Sara Bareilles
Ten. Years. I always have so many things I want to say on this date, but when I start to write it out, it never quite comes out the way I want it to. Some things are just best left short and sweet. There have been a lot of ups and downs and a whole lot in between. This has been the greatest decade of my life because I’ve spent it with him. … Keep reading…Ten…
A while back there was a thing going around on Twitter to explain the story behind your user name. Alias Bob. Sometimes I wonder if people see my name and think it’s one of those creepy, weird, shared, couple’s accounts where we act like we literally share a brain. In reality it has nothing to do with my husband. I don’t remember which platform I originally used that moniker on, but it’s been around for… Keep reading…Knew right then and there…
Nine is a good number. He’s still my favorite. — The Way I Am Ingrid Michaelson
Oh hey it’s the middle of November. Thanksgiving is next week. I haven’t written anything here since the middle of September. Because reasons. A lot of reasons. It’s November 18th. Ten years ago today I spent eight hours sitting in a Caribou talking to a boy I met on the internet. Ten. Years. My twenties were full of a lot of bad, BAD decisions. But an insomnia-induced whim to create a profile on a free… Keep reading…One Decade…
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