It begins.

It begins.

It all began with a pair of heels. 

It seems silly, I know - to make one of your goals to wear more heels, but I was two years into marriage with Farmer, and things were slightly less than spectacular. You know how it goes - high school sweethearts, white picket fence, hundreds of acres of corn and beans that have a much higher payoff than being home with your new wife at 5 pm. 

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