The other day I found myself sitting, cross legged, on the floor of an empty kindergarten classroom telling some of my newfound teacher friends how I wound up here. And by here I mean in Florida with the sexy eHarmony husband, five kids, two dogs, an ex-husband, an ex-wife's car, and debt past my eyeballs...
I remember telling them how I married Ruth's dad before I'd ever lived in the same city as him. How lots of people told me I was crazy. How I was certain I knew what I was doing. How I now believe twenty year olds aren't as smart as they think they are and even though I loved him... that doesn't mean it was the right love. Oh and that the internet can soooo totally find the perfect person for you.
I also told them I always thought I was going to grow up to be one of those little old women who live alone with a hundred cats (and I hate cats).
After writing this blog I think perhaps I open up to people a bit too much... hmmmmm. She asks me about a leveled library bookshelf and this is what she got. Did I go too far?