Two Years.
Two years ago today, my dad and I unloaded the last box from our rented Penske truck after driving 21 hours from Boulder to San Francisco. I was nervous, excited and scared. But mostly excited.
On surprises, a little trip to heaven and winning the Girlfriend of the Year Award.
I hate surprises. When plans are made that involve me, I like to know what they are, who they’re with, when they’re happening, what to wear — all the details. When someone tries to surprise me, I generally guess it (and always get it right), or get so frustrated and angry that they end up telling me.
Never Had I Ever: Bloggers in Sin City
To everyone who is reading this that I had the pleasure of meeting in Vegas for #BiSC, this will be redundant. To everyone who is reading this that did not attend #BiSC, DO IT NEXT YEAR.
While I’ve been away…
As some of you may (or may not) have noticed, I haven’t posted to my beloved TOBR in about three weeks. I am not apologizing for being absent.
