When I last left you on the edge of your seat, I was about to see Super Dentist to get something done about the lack of a front tooth. Only I could lose a tooth by eating pizza. After my dentist looked at the gaping hole, he had good news and bad news.
My husband, Brad, and I are pretty good about knowing our strengths and our weaknesses. I’m not a good singer. At all. You don’t want me singing at your wedding—unless, that is, you want to drive everyone out of the church or ceremony holding their ears and screaming. Brad is not a fan of public […]