Dear Daniel, We spent the morning of our wedding day roaming a foreign city in search of stamps. Not to mail postcards, of course, but to appease the crazy tax laws in Vieques. Do you remember us? “Colecturía? Colecturía?” I’ve never been so happy to be a clueless tourista. It was the beginning of so …
Happy Mother’s Day: Take 2
Daddypotamus here. I botched Mother’s Day pretty bad back in May, so we’re starting over and doing this again. Read the full post on my blog at DanielthePoet.com. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!
I’ll Never Be THAT Type of Woman . . . Until Now
When Daniel and I were kids (by that I mean married without children), the plumbing at our house blew up. Okay, it didn’t blow up. But it stopped working. And going 24 hours WITHOUT BEING ABLE TO FLUSH A TOILET is bad for newlywed morale. Long story short, solving the problem using an external cleanout …
To stinky with love
When I met Daniel he was a fast-food loving, Dr Pepper drinking smoker (I know, I know). Obviously, what he needed in his life was someone to show him how to live healthy. Right.
Ten things I love about you
I’ve known you since I was eleven but you still manage to surprise me.
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