The first time I got married, I married for love. Ok, maybe it wasn't love. Maybe it was a pelvic reaction and a hormonal choice. For crying out loud, you were 17, you'd say. Well, I wasn't informed about all that female medical term, so I called it love --whatever love means to a 17 year old. After that, I married for economic reasons. Yes, I'm not going to sugar coat it or hide that fact of my life because I was honest about it before I married my husband. Fast forward to now. So how should I base my decision this time? Definitely not for economic reasons anymore, but I am also not going to jump in the sack with someone who lives under the bridge, whose only property in his name is a stolen shopping cart from Wal-Mart.
This time, the guiding stick would be "chemistry" or pitter-patter as I call it. I want someone who will make my liver quiver, gives me sleepless nights and dreamy days. And then, I'll worry about how we're going to pay our bills.
The Little Yellow Caboose
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Every month, I’m reminded that tiny living isn’t really about the house.
It’s about what comes after you make the decision to live with less. We
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