If you would’ve told me ten years ago- even five years ago- that the words “chickens” and “death threats” would be coming out of my mouth within the same few breaths, while simultaneously taking applications for my third husband, I would’ve called you crazy.
Much like my life.
And you know, I haven’t written about any of it in quite some time, but maybe it’s time to start- start telling my story again.
But of course, to do so, I’m going to need all the coffee. Thanks in advance for your support! 😘