It's funny how you can just be sitting at your desk working, when a memory just pops into your head. I'm talking a total blast from the past type of memory. When I was in 3rd grade, we moved to Texas. This tall, blond, gangly kid down the street decided he was my boyfriend. Now, in 3rd grade, I was still at prime "cooties" age, so why he liked me, I'll never know. He was nice, so I hung out with him. He never tried to "put the moves" on me--whatever "moves" it is boys have in the third grade. On Valentine's Day, he gave me a big, red, heart-shaped box of Whitman's chocolates and a Holly Hobbie card. The card had some young, tender message in it, and was signed, "Love, Jay Phelan." I wonder what happened to Jay Phelan.
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- My name is Stephanie, but you may call me "stewbie." I live in the thriving metropolis of Houston, Tx., and from my loins have sprung two beautiful baby girls--Jenna and Claire. I'm not mean, but I am horribly sarcastic. I consider it a gift. I work full-time as Social Media expert/Digital Marketing director, edit on the side, and am usually at the gym or the theatre--pick one. Although I have a BA and MLA in Literature, I still use serial commas and sometimes, I use the semicolon incorrectly. Oh, and I also have a hairless cat. His name is "Tito."
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