My husband needs his social security card. Not just the number, but the actual card. One would think it would be with ours, right? Sadly, the last time he remembers seeing the physical card itself predates our almost twenty years together, which means it predates my control freak, micro-managing tendencies.
So we spent the evening digging. Digging through drawers and boxes and…you name it, we dug through it. When a couple’s been together almost two decades and has lived in … Read More »