Thirty Two

I have crows feet and a muffin top.

My favorite CLE event is Ingenuity Festival.

One of my boobs hangs lower than the other. I never noticed until my daughter pointed it out. Now I can’t stop looking at it. Thanks Lou.

I pick my feet.

I yell.

I cry.

I miss my grandma.

I adore my dad.

I love my brother.

I am a mother.

I am a lover.

I married my best friend.

I have a gnarly temper. I’m guessing it’s the Colleoni in me.

I am brutally honest.

I get depressed on birthdays and most holidays.

My kids make me insane but I love them for it.

I was once a very selfish woman.

Now, not as much.

I think boys are cute.

I think my husband is cute.

I own a restaurant.

I’m about to own two restaurants.

I heart ideas.

Shockingly, I’m not perfect.

I listen to Dolly Parton. A lot.

I have had the same best friend since I was five. She has saved my life more times that I like to admit.

I don’t give a shit if my kids grow up to be lawyers and doctors. I care more about them seeing the world and understanding humanity.

My family all leans right and I am a permanent left.

I think cancer is caused by humans. As in human food producers.

I never thought I would make it past 30.

I have a ridiculous crush on Ewan McGregor. Almost stalkerish. My husband is thoroughly embarrassed by it.

My dogs, husband, and children make me happier than I ever thought I could be.

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