Love. My. Boy.
Okay, maybe my man. It's funny thinking of him as a man, not because he isn't, (because he totally is), but because I'm marrying this Man, and to marry this Man, I must be a Woman. As far as gender goes, of course I'm a woman. As far as maturity, I'm not so sure.
But I digress.
I love Russell Youngberg for around 6,000,000+ reasons. But the one I'm telling you about:
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He got me one! He got me the grater!
At Sunday dinner one of Russell's cousins saw my obsession and said it was just an old fashioned food processor. I had never thought of it that way...I guess it is. BUT it's reliable. And perfect.
I love Russell. And I love my new grater. AHHHHHHHHH!!!! Yaaaayyyyy!!!!!
A girl who gets super excited about a kitchen gadget... now that is a girl I would like to know! Wait, I do know her. :) I was going through some paperwork the other day and found a "blast from the past" -- a piece of paper that was titled "TWGs" -- which made me wonder where those Writing Girls ended up. Two seconds and a Google search later, I found this blog. You probably don't remember me, but I just wanted to say that it is wonderful to once again read your entertaining and thought-provoking words (nothing makes a writing teacher happier than to see a former student is still writing). Congratulations on the engagement!
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