A small-town woman told me she took her nephews hunting yesterday.
Yep, hunting, she said. Because I hit a beaver and it wasn't dead yet.
Now, I have some crazy aunties, but they're packin' chocolate chips, self-made Santas and Longaberger baskets. Not .22s.
Levi said it best when I wondered what the H-E- double Lead-free ammo did I get myself into.
Life with me, he said, will never be dull.
Hunting for half-dead beaver... I'm not sure if I'm afraid.... or intrigued...
More wedding stuff tomorrow, including a peanut-butter-ball post to all my crazy aunties :)
Apologies to the people who saw me sobbing as I left the doctor. Emotions
are weird af. I’m totally fine. (And itchy.)
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So about 6 months ago I started having this itching inside one ear that
kept getting worse and nothing fixed it so I went to my doctor and he was
like, “Hu...
1 day ago
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