I realize, I don't know, in bits and pieces I've shared a little bit about my origin story,

what does that even mean? A little bit about like where I grew up, where we lived, what life was like.

But I don't know. I guess we've got a bunch of new people here. And I don't think that I've ever

shared this all in one cohesive timeline.

And it might make certain things make more sense.

My parents grew up in Detroit, specifically they went to Redford Township High School.

They were high school sweethearts. My dad played football.

My mom played powder puff football. I'm not sure what that means, but I think he was a year

older than Margie in high school. I got married when she was 18. He was 19. She had me when

she was 19. This is why my mom looks so young. She is young. We lived in

when they had me at the time, I believe, what was my dad doing? I think he was, yes, he was

working as a motorcycle mechanic. And my mom, I don't believe, was work. Yeah. It's so funny. I've read the comments in their

high school yearbook, and they're like, Margie, good luck with Bill. This is so funny to read that.

And my mom had dark hair all her life, like brown hair, lighter brown hair, but you know what I mean?

And she decided to dye it blonde for her wedding, like brown hair. Lighter brown hair, but you know what I mean. And she decided to die it blonde for her wedding, like bleach it blonde.

And apparently it like all fell out.

My mom is 4.11 and 3 quarters.

She's barely 5 feet.

I mean, she's really not even 5 feet.

And when you look at the wedding photos of my parents, my mom's side of the family lined up

and then my dad's side of the family. Now my dad is 5'10. He's very tall compared to my mom.

But when you look at these photos, I never realized it until Brett pointed it out. When you're a little girl, you look at your parents' wedding albums, or at least I did.

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