I’m hippyk, a slightly overweight 48-year-old female who never fully escaped puberty. I never matured, and according to my mother this is because I never had kids.
I used to teach middle school, and that’s the only birth control I ever needed.
I’ve been married more than 20 years and I have a pile of ill-mannered, non-AKC Labradors. My dogs and my husband have questionable ancestry, and together all of us are muddling our way through life in a quiet valley in western Montana.
We live on several acres lined by creeks on two sides and hemmed in by old mountains. Inside our small home you’ll likely spot a doghair tumbleweed skittering across the kitchen. And never mind the three Labrador lumps sprawled on the carpet like after-party drunks. There’s elk in the freezer, beer in the fridge and a fire in the wood stove.
Howdy.
