Meet the Mrs.

I just sat here for about 10 minutes trying to think of what to say about myself. In that time, I ate some peanut butter cups, spun around in my chair and listened to my daughter sing the theme song to a kid show. I think that’s an accurate representation for now.

(I’m still figuring this part out.)

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