Poor Josh.
He was sleeping. Our sheets soft and cool, our room exactly the perfect temperature. He came home from work and immediately started working from home, grading quizzes and reading essays until finally he had checked enough off his to-do list to…
Hi! I live in Charlotte, and I manage the website for a school. My loves are my family, neat handwriting, and my ukulele. You can read my "real" blog at Life is happening!
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My first Mother’s Day flowers from my wonderful husband. (Don’t cry at the office, don’t cry at the office.)
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“The impulse is that the telling is going to relieve you. And that’s why you feel awful later—you’ve relieved yourself, and if it truly is tragic and awful, it’s not better, it’s worse—-the exhibitionism inherent to a confession has only made the misery worse.”
— Philip Roth, American Pastoral
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Happiness is a hammock in the afternoon.
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The praying mantis in my bed
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Lip Sync-Off with John Krasinski
Warning you all now: During the last song things get a little hot and heavy.
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