Amidst all the hubbub of switching jobs, I nearly missed the significance of the date. (And no, I don’t mean April Fools.) On this day eight years ago, I finally told a cute boy how much I liked him and I kissed him on a dodgy dancefloor in London. He’s now my best friend and my husband. Happy (real) anniversary, Snookums.
Important Note
This site features content going all the way back to 2000. The posts you’ll read reflect my views and writing style at the time. While I have gone back to clean up a few of them, I think it’s important not to sanitise too much. This site is a record of who I am and how I’ve grown. Any blog post written years ago may not reflect who I am today, nor how I would write about the same topic today.
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Is he finally ready to admit that he’s really Steve Burns from “Blue’s Clues”? That’s what his nephew thinks…