Thursday, July 16, 2009


At 18, I married what I thought was a prince, he turned into a frog. At 22, I tried again. You got it, "Croak." Third time, I was nervous... three strikes & you're out kept running through my mind... I married a regular guy and *poof* my prince appeared. 20 years later, happy marriage, happy kids...if this fits your idea of a contribution to your publication... please email, at your pleasure.

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