I was recently talking to a friend about our mutual love for reading memoirs. I love to read anecdotes about people’s lives and I also love to read stories that I wrote down about my own life but have since forgotten. Since about 3rd grade I’ve had random journals and notebooks that I fill with quotes I’ve heard, ideas that I’ve had (Cinnamon Altoids – yeah, thought of that way before they came out – that’s really the only good product idea I’ve had that has come to fruition), and things that happen to me. Especially now that we have the little squeaker, I really want to have a place where I can write stuff down so that I can look back and remember and have an outlet for all these things that run through my head, and hey, if you get a few laughs out of it, even better. So, here goes nothing…
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