We all make mistakes

I guess my story about mom/Wendy/Pretty Pictures is off. Way off. I swear, that is exactly how I took it all in when they told it to me over alcoholic beverages at Le Figaro Cafe a few months ago.

Here’s they REAL story from momma:

We bought a house and couldn’t close on it until July. We were married in June. Instead of moving my things to Mike’s apartment, or vise versa, we decided to keep our stuff in our respective apartments. Shuffle back and forth between “your place, my place” until we could move into the house. Why in the hell would you move twice in two months? We had been living in our house and were married for two years BEFORE we had Lillian. We didn’t cart her around in a Rainbow Box like previously thought.

OH, ANOTHER CORRECTION: Wendy and I were never roomies. We were living on Jefferson Street and Wendy would come over to the house to work. We had an upstairs office. And yes, this was when Lillian was a baby.