I swear I could write a fucking book.

When I was like 5 I thought clappers were THE. FUCKING. COOLEST. But my parents just wouldn't indulge that shit and gave me a doll or something? Idk. But whenever I went to a friend's house who had them I was fucking delighted.

I think that's where all of our furbies eventually ended up.

I learned I'm incredibly fickle.

Yeah she sucks pretty hard.

My idiot husband informed his mother that we had been thinking of having another child (like not immediately, just that we could possibly not be one and done).

Totally cliche danced to that song at my wedding (yes, as like THE first dance song)