I just realized I need to rewrite my “About Me” blurb over there on the right. —>
“I’m a thirty-something woman married to a thirty-something man. I’m a writer, he’s a stay-at-home dad to our twin girls. We’ve got a house, a dog and two cars. No picket fence. Welcome to our world.”
I’m still thirty-something for a few more months (whew!) but we technically have a picket fence running along one of the four sides of our property now. It’s not exactly a Leave it to Beaver picket fence with pointy tops or cute little cutout hearts, but it’s technically a picket fence. Designed to hold in 16-month-old babies that can move furniture and climb bookcases.
The good news is Marlowe can’t reach the latch. This week.