A story she tells is nothing short of dramatic.
We're talking hand movements, gasps, moments of silence.
Our family accepts it.
It comes in the purple-coated, leopard loving, Diet Coke gulping Brittany package.
This post is really going nowhere except that at this moment I am listening to a classic dramatic story of hers. There have been gasps. Hand movements as I type. And yes, the moment of silence just happened.
Like I said, we accept it and move on.
Everone loved Moncica, right?