We need to get this straight.
Imma chooser not a beggar.
I think it's because I know my limits.
I know what is allowed and what is far-fetched.
Or, at least I used to....
It needs to go on record that Chuck and I have been married for 2.5 months and I love him more and more each day.
(I hope you got all that.)
We have a lovely life....a new home, a place for his son to live, a farm for them to visit...it's wonderful!
We also have dreams.
Lots of dreams.
We want to have a child together, Chuck wants to eventually get a dog-he is crazy good at training-and I look forward to one day being able to park my truck under something.
A three-car garage...the American dream.
All of that being said, I thought a 6 ounce addition to our lifestyle wouldn't really make much of a difference.
I mean something as small as my hand, that's afraid of Chucks shoes can't really cause that much trouble...right?!
I'm glad you agree.
Now, if you will excuse me I shall commence asking forgiveness for this vagabond who lives in the master bathroom now.