One day I realized that lots of the things rattling around in my head regarding my life, marriage, dogs, job, flaws, opinions, quirks, family, experiences, weirdisms, oxymoronic mundane adventures, screw-ups and pet peeves could actually be amusing... if I looked at them in the right light. Fermented Fur is the result.
Forty-something, long-married, formerly morbidly obese (yay, gastric bypass), book-addicted, dog-worshipping, socially handicapped, overly emotional, lazy, introspective, introverted, psychologically "iffy-at-best," "needs to learn how to act her age," writer who just can't keep any of it to herself.
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