“After dinner Marlboro Man and I sat on the sofa in our dimly lit house and marveled at the new little life before us. Her sweet little grunts…her impossibly tiny ears…how peacefully she slept, wrinkled and warm, in front of… — Ree Drummond Copy Share Image
“What else haven’t you told me?” I thought for a minute. “Actually, yes…there is,” I replied, pausing to consider my words carefully, “I eat… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“More and more, I began helping around the homestead. I learned to operate my John Deere mower so I could keep the yard around… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“I walked proudly out of the church, the new wife of Marlboro Man. When we exited the same doors through which my dad and… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“When we arrived at the wedding at Marlboro Man’s grandparents’ house, I gasped. People were absolutely everywhere: scurrying and mingling and sipping champagne and… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“What is it?” I asked, pasting a magazine photo of a football--found in an old Seventeen magazine spread--on my beloved’s collage. “Well, a bunch… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“When I arrived, I immediately saw the mother of an ex-boyfriend, the kind of ex-boyfriend that would make you want to look as good… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“At times the differences concerned me. Could I ever be with a man who’d never, in his entire life, eaten sushi? Could I, a… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“You did not do my homework assignment for me,” he said, grabbing the collage again and looking it over. “I had insomnia,” I said.… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“I couldn’t bear the thought of a ham sandwich. Imagining milk trickling down my esophagus almost sent me over the edge. Even the saltines… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“Marlboro Man picked me up the next evening, exactly one month before our wedding day. Our evening apart had made the heart grow fonder,… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“I’ll send the nurse in here in a minute, okay?” Waste of time , I thought. “Okay, but…do you think there’s anything we can… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“How come I wasn’t riding around in his middle seat? Was I supposed to initiate this? Was this expected of me? Because I probably… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“I’ll see you in the morning. Oh, and hey…if I don’t answer the door right away it probably means I’m doing some weight training… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
“Minutes later, we were back at the sliding glass door that led inside the house--me, leaning against the glass, Marlboro Man anchoring me there… — Ree Drummond Copy Share
