Horse Doovers happens to be me. I am Horse Doovers. (Proof of this would be an example of yesterday. I was driving across the parking lot of the school where I volunteer and hear a football player bellow at me "HORSE DOOVERS!" with all the enthusiasm of, well, a high school football player who is friends with the youngest son.)
Anyway, here's a list of my qualifications and life experience so you can better know who I am.
I have taken care of the growing, care, and feeding of three sons, successfully raising them to be decent young men with honor and integrity.
I have taken care of the growing, care, and feeding of three sons, successfully raising them to be decent young men with honor and integrity.
This also includes over 70,000 diapers changed, over 17,000 loads of laundry done, over 75,000 meals cooked; successful nurturing and taking care of sick children, overseeing completion of homework, volunteering countless hours at schools, arranging social interactions, doctor, dentist, and eye appointments, countless miles driven, and mediating arguments between brothers, all while managing to stay sane. (Yes, I did the math for the diapers, laundry, and cooking because I wanted to know exactly how much I've accomplished with that over the twenty five years I've been married, although I did that math when I'd been married twenty five years, but a few weeks ago, hit twenty six years of marriage.)
I also have experience with freelance editing, writing, and love animals and coffee equally, and just as much as I love coffee, I fucking hate cancer because it wrecked my life.
Now you readers have a better idea of what I do with my time when I'm not doing SMS (Social Media Shit) on here.
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