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“That’s the one,” my mother said, wiping tears from her eyes. “That’s the one.” I had been shedding tears of my own just a few days earlier when I finally confessed a secret horror to my mother – the bridal superstore seamstresses had ruined my wedding gown. When I said the words aloud, the reality finally set . . . → Read More: Take 2 We interrupt this blogging hiatus to bring you a big ball o’ cute . . . That . . . → Read More: BTW, I Eated Your Power Cord I study myself in the mirror. Although my trainer friend has helped me reshape my body, my critical eye is immediately drawn to flaws. Besides the visible panty lines (ugh), the red dress gently clings to my butt and thighs. Places that are still soft. Stubborn. I sigh, wishing I could transfer some of that extra butt . . . → Read More: Perspective A house-hunting revelation I came to while sick with the flu this week: Any home in which the master bedroom and bathroom are on different floors is unacceptable. There goes my number . . . → Read More: Ick |
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