I can’t remember if my sister every tried to marry me off to any family pets/stuffed animals/ plastic dolls that might have been lying around. But there are enough pictures of me in white dresses to suspect that when I finally do get married, the ceremony could possibly be interrupted by several irate teddy bears screaming “bigamist!”.

Never underestimate what a wonderful gift it is to be able to repress childhood memories. Now my mom only makes me relive those embarrassing moments when ...
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