Devon Relationship

Marriage Update After 4 Weeks At Home…

We haven’t killed each other yet…so that’s a plus, right? I have however, solidified my decision in that we should never work together. No. Nope. Just…no. I’m fairly certain if we still lived in our 900 square foot apartment, we would have killed each other by now. Or at the very least there would have …

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Devon

My Forever Valentine

This has been….a week.  Our normal counseling department of 5 (which is finally going to return to it’s intended 6 this coming week as our new counselor begins) was down to 3 or 1 at some varying points.  Partially due to random illnesses and partially due to various school events that we were all planning.   As a …

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Devon

Devon’s Birthday

So I’m admitting to playing the negligent wife for Devon’s birthday yesterday. I know I got him a cake last weekend and we did some stuff then. But I didn’t say a word to him yesterday.  Not even in the morning as we were getting ready for work.  In fact, I didn’t say anything to …

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Devon Uncategorized

What do you get your husband for Christmas?

No, seriously, I’m really asking.   Normally, Devon is really good at telling me what he wants or at least giving me some sort of an idea.  This year, he did tell me two small things he wanted, which were video game related (I know…you’re shocked).  But, I asked him again a couple of days ago …

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Devon Work

Another Change Coming….

But not me this time. Devon is actually doing the changing this time.  Which, if you know him is utterly shocking. And no we’re not breaking up.  I have my wedding dress, damnit, we’re down the aisle.

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Birthday Devon

Mr. 32

Mr. Domestic is getting old.  He turned 32 yesterday.  Super SUPER old. I always like to tease him on his birthday because it officially puts me as two years younger than him (for like 5 months), but it’s a teasing I enjoy greatly. Devon doesn’t typically ask for much on his birthdays; he’s not a …

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