(Not that way, sicko.)
My husband and I have recently, within the past few years or so, come to realize what lucky people we are. I’m not talking about all that squishy “my life is great and I heart everyone” stuff. I’m talking actual Vegas-style good luck.

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EXHIBIT A: Jackson Hole trip, 2008.
We had booked the cheapest flight we could get our hands on. The day before we were to leave, Robbie called to see if we could get an earlier flight. We could, if we called two hours prior to the flight we actually wanted to see if there was still room. That was at 3 a.m. the following day. We called and got it, because we are lucky.










My name is Sonja Foust. I’m a romance author and internet dork. 