The Cougel got...what?

Holy year and how long?


Yes, it’s been a year and a half since I last blogged. And a year and a half since things got serious with Mr. Big II (aka my very tall ex-boyfriend, for those of you who need a refresher). My last entry was about our visiting his parents in Kansas, last June. A year before we got engaged.

Engaged in June. Married in September. (Quick! And not for the reason you think, she says, sipping her mimosa).

The Cougel got married. Who woulda thought?

The Cougel married a man nine years younger than her, so technically she still qualifies as a Cougar, but that’s all it is. A number. A technicality. Because it doesn’t feel like that at all. Most of the time, he demonstrates the maturity and wisdom of a man years older than I. He stimulates my mind, my heart, and has put me on the road to restoring my faith – in love, in myself, and in God. 

Because of him, the Kugel in Cougel got a little sweeter (with more cheese).

So stay tuned for subsequent erratic posts, and eventually, the memoir. As The Cougel Continues….