Caught Communicating

I call this one “Caught Communicating.”

Martin and I kicked out the kids so we could sit on the couch — he with a hot caramel apple spice, me with rum and Coke (!) — and talk about our day, and plan ahead, uninterrupted for at least 15 minutes. An old habit of ours that we resuscitated earlier this year as all the shit swirling around us started making dents in our relationship.

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The Naughty List

Once again, this guy appeared out of nowhere to scrape my windshield, and once again, I participated in some sassy catcalling that may have alluded to him removing his outer layers. But this time, he flung open my door, leaned in to my face, and said something that puts him squarely on Santa‘s naughty list.

Frosty

It‘s that time of year when Jack Frost wants to disrupt my morning routine, but then THIS guy shows up with piping hot coffee and forces me into the car with the seat warmer kicked on so he can scrape the windows quickly and get me on my way. I kept motioning for him to take his shirt off, too, but obviously, he ignored me. Maybe next time! A great way to start the day … fingers crossed this continues when it REALLY starts to snow!

Married Life

I call this photo “Waiting for Word.”

I told Martin that our washing machine is broke. He asked me a dozen questions.

Finally, I said, “You know? Now that I think about it, I have never touched a washing machine in my life. You better go check it out yourself.” Continue reading

16 Years

Today marks our 16th wedding anniversary. I say it every year, how it doesn’t seem possible that so much time has passed since that remarkable spring day, but that’s a truth that will never change, even if we do over the years.

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