|Introduction||No longer the sharpest tool in the shed I am now the Rusty Hoe that's been left outside in the rain. forgotten out behind the back of the shed. Vital stats: 38, married, 2 boys, 2 great danes, screwed over by Dysautonomia 6 years ago. Sharing the voices in my head: sarcastic, dull, fabulous, exhausted, grammatically impaired and gravity challenged. There have been good days and bad days, super bad days and days that require vodka. My life is covered in warts and increasingly large pores, but also the occasional patch of laughter and light and an overwhelming appreciation for the absurdity of this thing we call living.|
|Favorite Music||Hot Chocolate (not really but I'm going with a theme here so just go with it).|
|Favorite Books||Like Water for Chocolate|
What's the most amount of sand you've ever had in your swimming trunks?
Trunks? Really? Please.