It’s been 1 year and 3 months since I lost my husband, we were both 41. Some days I still feel like I can’t catch my breath as I try to pull myself out of the crater. While it is a daily, sometimes hourly, struggle, I too know that he would want me to live life to the fullest. My condolences on your loss.

And yet still feel the need to add their two fucking cents. Unless you’ve lived it, you have no idea.

After a few too many shots of Tequila at a house party of a friend, I decided to take a quick nap in the living room beanbag chair. I think it was the sudden quiet, but stifled laughter that woke me up. I opened my eyes to a tarantula sitting on my chest. As a text book arachnophobic, it did not end well for the…

Oh, Matt.

And the world heaves a collective sigh of relief.

Yes, she did. She is also a police officer.

Yup, not gonna lie. I've had a few bologna, cream cheese, with easy cheese sandwiches in my stoner days. Sometimes just the bologna and easy cheese.

http://beverly.wickedlocal.com/article/201410…

You really think it happened once? Wow.

Awesome.