Tigger and Eeyore

There we are! Aren't we cute. I'm the grey one by the way. The one looking morbidly at the dirt I'm sitting in. The bright orange fellow mid bounce would be my husband. We have a perfect marriage. We're alike in all the things and dissimilar in everything else. It's a crazy balancing act that must have... Continue Reading →

Falling in Love with Pooh

My mother has always claimed to be a bookworm from her youth, but sometimes I wonder how it can be possible. The only childhood book she's told me she loved was Charlotte's Web. She once told me she read Flowers in the Attic, I know she used to read Nicholas Sparks, and she has this horror story... Continue Reading →

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