I've posted about this before. My first childhood memory was not this explosion, but seeing a replay of it on the news a few weeks later. I told my dad (an astronomy teacher and NASA enthusiast) that "another spaceship blew up" and seeing his reaction.

I took my husband's already long and hyphenated name as a gesture to our marriage. We got married without a wedding and I wanted to feel I don't know- more official? It was my idea, he really didn't care.

Lol. This was no gift horse, poetry or no.

My high school boyfriend- well, I was in high school and he was a couple years older - used to write me really bad, misspelled poetry. In retrospect, it sounds cute, but at the time it made me feel like a jerk because I was always like "ugh." I guess I am a jerk.

That comment reminds me of how when I was overweight, a co-worker told me she had discussed me with another co-worker and they had decided that I was "actually pretty." I was actually sort of amused though.

I know! I was like "Wow, that kitchen is huge! Look at that sunlight!"