Stuck?

Windex was the answer. Freaking Windex! Last year I got engaged. On Easter Sunday, after an 18 mile training run, my fiancé Jonathan got down on one knee and proposed. “Oh my gosh,” I said, in shock. I had been completely oblivious to the signs. “Yes,” I exclaimed. He put the pear-shaped diamond, his mother’s, […]

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