Duck, duck… Diana Ross?
Marriage! It’s dynamic and it’s forever. Just like Diana Ross and disco. No, let’s be serious here. Marriage is more like space. It’s the final frontier and so so special. Best of luck you crazy kids!

This brings us to the next occasion: an in-laws birthday.
I am going to preface this with a mini rant regarding the hyphenated compound, “in-law”. For example; “father-in-law” or “mother-in-law” or saying “my in-laws”. Not only is there an excessive amount of hyphens but it’s a fricking mouth full. Also, I love my in-laws and “in-laws” just seems so formal… in-law… pffft. What if you’re a rebel and don’t follow no stinkin’ law? THEN WHAT?!
Anyway. I missed my husband Ross’ Dads birthday (yeah… still working on that replacement) and was pretty bummed I couldn’t celebrate with everybody.
