Ahem.
It started with a boy. Doesn't it always? In the summer of 2004, I set off for that delightfully strange land known as Texas to clerk for a judge. A few weeks later I met said boy in that most romantic of ways - in a bar. We started dating just before I returned to San Diego, my beloved homeland, to begin a full-time position as an attorney.
My love for the boy swiftly outpaced that for the job, hence I find myself living here in Austin, Texas some seven years later. I've since married the boy, known around these parts as the "Anonymous Husband", become the proud mother to my wee CEO, Master P, and gleefully retired from the dread practice of law.
I write here to figure out how the Hell this all happened and also to prove that my Ralph Lauren-ad-style child is cuter than yours. I'm on an ill-fated quest to avoid the Mom Uniform, so there's plenty here about how that somehow justifies my buying overpriced accessories. This is also where I indulge my "Mad Men" obsession and penchant for Pretty paper, classic style, telling people what to do, and petty gossip. I still look for a pony under the Christmas tree and want to be Grace Kelly when I grow up. If that sounds like your cup of Earl Grey, welcome.
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| Photo Credit: Ziem Photography |
