DANIELLAH
Kathryn Carmichael is on tv.
Conrad and I are celebrating our 3rd year of marriage with Chinese take-away. The excitement from dinner last night with his family was enough for the week. We’re lounging with the dogs over Kung Pao chicken and rice when an advertisement for Calvin Klein jeans comes on during a lame movie we were too lazy to change.
“Holy-s**t!” I choke on my food as I see the tall blonde dancing in the jeans and sports bra.
“What? What?” Conrad looks around confused.
“That’s Kat,” I point at the tv as he hands me a napkin to wipe my mouth. “As in Kai’s ex-girlfriend Kat, you know the one he broke up with in Australia?”
I’m not a fan of writing things in diaries or journals so my husband is like my own personal diary. He knows literally everything.
“Holy
