Cranberry and Vodka

Friday, July 31, 2015

First Visitor

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If I was any cornier in this particular moment, as I stood in my new floral sundress and wedges with a small piece of oak tag that had Scot...
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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

My door is always open

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If I hadn't heard Pete yelling seconds before I opened the door, I wouldn't have believed that he was angry at all. He had a huge sm...
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Thursday, July 23, 2015

Dreamy Pete

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Pete, who just introduced himself as my new supervisor, was gorgeous. I mean, in this town, that adjective didn't really seem to hold a...
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Monday, July 20, 2015

First Day

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I'm not going to lie. I cried on the plane. It began within minutes of the plane taking off. I have never felt more fortunate to have a...
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Friday, July 17, 2015

Take Off

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I bit the inside of my cheek as I felt the urge to scream in pain. "Babe, I told you to let me carry that one." Scott grabbed...
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Tuesday, July 14, 2015

The Airport

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As Scott and I drove to the airport, we began by talking about the last few days. You would think by listening to us that we didn't hav...
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Thursday, July 9, 2015

Independence Day: Part Two

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"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I sternly asked Moose on the side of my house where I practically pulled him against his will....
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