I’ve rounded up another summary of all that jazz that has brought joy into my wag life over the past month. So this September I have mostly been…
I never had Yorkshire pride til I moved away to Manchester but, as it turns out, I love my hometown of Goole… Now that I don’t live there!
I’ve cobbled together another monthly list of people, products & places that have brought (or stolen!) joy into my wag life. So this July I have mostly been…
Being apart from each other whether for his wrestling or for my “social” life is sometimes the worst but times like these really are the best of wag times.
There is a big difference in “alone” & “lonely”; one is a state of being, the other is the emotion you feel about that, & I feel both of those on a regular basis in my Wag life.
I thought I was good at buying gifts but I’ve massively been put to shame; my quirky, sentimental wife presents have been trumped by handmade fan presents.
Circumstance usually means I can only cheer my wrestlerman from afar. He can be winning titles in Germany while I’m in a match of my own against our laundry pile at home. How the other half live!
When I married my wrestlerman, that magic wand that transforms a single lady into a domestic goddess never waved over me, so I’m teaching myself how to wife & life.