I feel fairly certain that half the free world reads Confessions of A Pioneer Woman, but if you belong to the other half, go read this. She’s been writing the story of how she met and fell in love with her husband.
I am seriously addicted to the story and wait for each installment like it’s a big bowl of peanut butter and chocolate ice cream.
Maybe one of these days I’ll write about how P and I met and fell in love. Of course, it lacks some of the drama and suspense of Pioneer Woman’s story, but does involve raw chicken and possible salmonella poisoning. Just like all great love stories.
I’ll be back tomorrow with Fashion Friday.