The Ghost of Buxton Manor: First free chapter

I’m really excited to announce my next novel The Ghost of Buxton Manor! I just finished writing it and will be posting the first five chapters. It’s about a ghost who finds themselves trapped in his family home. He doesn’t remember how he died or when he died–all he knows is that he has an unfinished business, and he won’t be able to move on until he remembers what that is.

I hope you enjoy!

 

Chapter  1

Nearly one hundred years later, and I had only just begun to accept the fact that I was dead. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to recall a single moment from my former life. In fact, if it wasn’t for my headstone, I wouldn’t even know my own name. The last thing I did remember was evacuating my body. Now, that might sound somewhat extraordinary to you, but it certainly didn’t feel that way at all. You see, I had expected to find a set of pearly, white gates opening up for me; a glorious light to shower me in its beauty, or perhaps my deceased loved ones racing toward me to welcome me home. But it was nothing of the sort. What I’m trying to say is that everything your parents taught you about life after death is wrong. Believe me, that idea is completely inaccurate—at least for me.
I gather I must have done something rather awful when I was living, or maybe I just upset the Big Man in the sky…I’m not sure. What I did know was that I was permanently fastened to this decrepit house, alone, without a single soul to interact with. I guess it could have been worse. Whoever built this house must have been exceedingly wealthy during their life. The structure itself was gargantuan: three stories including the attic which was large enough to house an entire family in itself! It resided within 20 acres of private, uninhabited land. A lackluster pool lay untended out back. The green house was strewn with plants and flowers that had long been departed from the land of the living. There was a modest timberland on the property as well that I did enjoy exploring ever so often. Don’t get me wrong—by no means was it an awful place to live, but after a few decades or so, it could get a little lonely. I tried (more times than I care to admit) to leave the gates and survey what laid beyond the Manor’s range, but there are certain rules you must abide by in death, and if you don’t, well…it doesn’t really matter because you can’t leave. Not ever!
I started writing this book to keep myself busy, but all it has seemed to accomplish was to painfully remind me how pathetic and uneventful my afterlife has been thus far.
By the way, my name’s Rupert. I was the resident ghost of Buxton Manor.

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The day began just like any other day. I would like to say that this particular morning I watched the sunrise from my bedroom window, but I hadn’t been able to see sunshine in nearly a century. I couldn’t even remember what it looked or felt like. From this dimension (whichever one I had been condemned to), there simply was no sun—only an everlasting haze. Everything within my scope of vision was clouded by this mist, and outside the gates beyond where I was allowed to venture, the mist thickened to a completely blinding fog. Even if there were a sun on this side, it’s not like I would have been capable of feeling its warm rays on my face. After all, I had no flesh. Although I might be invisible to people like you, I can assure you that I was quite real. I might have been transparent, but I did have some sort of a body. From what I’ve seen from old photographs of myself, my hair is wavy, dark brown, shorter on the sides, and too long in the front (which always seemed to cause it to swoop down across my forehead). I had honey-brown eyes, and I was stuck wearing the same attire as when I must have perished. I perpetually donned a white, long-sleeved shirt and trousers secured by a pair of suspenders. My physique appeared as though I must have been active. So who knows, maybe I was some sort of an athlete when I was alive. Not likely though, considering sports or any form of exercise doesn’t seem to interest me whatsoever. I nearly forgot to mention that I was seventeen at the time of my death, and when you die (at least for those of us who stay on Earth), your appearance remains. I guess I should be grateful I didn’t die an old man, forever frail and crippled. But then again, it’s not like I had much time to actually live.
So, there I was at my bedroom window. I can assure you that it wasn’t much of a bedroom. All furniture in Buxton Manor was draped with clean, white cloths. Whoever lived there previously preserved the house, but never bothered to return; and so it had been deemed abandoned ever since with only the rare sighting of realtors through the century(none, by the way, had ever been able to sell the property).
As I was saying, time didn’t exactly exist for me, so I was not sure as to how long I had been standing there, peering out the icy window, peeking over tall treetops, watching the blanket of fog slink along the grounds. I enjoyed this particular window. I hovered there often to daydream, hopelessly trying to remember who I was, how I died, or even what part of the world I was in. Did I leave any loved ones behind? Not like it mattered anymore. If there were people who once loved me, they had been long gone.
Eventually, I managed to drag myself from the window and venture over to the corner of the bedroom where a musty trunk sat. I’d never been sure as to why, but I had always found myself to be quite curious about this precise chest. I imagined it housed answers to my past, something that could potentially shed a bit of light on the life I once lived; but every time I tried to pry it open, my hands would slip right through.
Though, this never stopped me from trying again.
You see, the majority of physical objects (such as this trunk) are unattainable due to my gaseous form; but there were certain objects I was able to touch…books, for example. About seventy years ago, I was flitting around the library downstairs when I suddenly remembered something. It was the first thing I had ever remembered about my former life: I thoroughly enjoyed reading. The memory presented itself within my mind like a sort of vision. I saw myself lying in a grassy field, back propped up against an old, oak tree, right beside the gates of Buxton Manor. I read a delightful story about a young boy who never grew up; a boy who could fly, who battled menacing pirates—a boy who would rescue lost children and take them to Neverland. It’s called Peter Pan. Have you heard of it before?
I then quickly scoured the shelves of novels until I found the story I sought out. Believe it or not, I was able to touch it. I gather that’s how it works for us ghosts. The more you remember, the more you’re able to move through the realms, regaining some human senses: touch and feel.
Still, the chest was out of my grasp.
I exited the bedroom, floating straight through the closed door, emerging onto the upstairs hallway. I then decided to head downstairs. If I had weighed anything at all, I was sure the damp, wooden floorboards would have creaked under my footsteps, but they were silent. Even without the living occupying, the house was always vocal. It certainly required a great deal of repairs. Perhaps even a woman’s touch. The faded wallpaper was spotted with mold, and it peeled in several corners. Undoubtedly, sections of the drywall needed to be demolished and replaced, but that would surely have disturbed the family of rats who dwelled under the foundation. After all those years, I’d finally come to welcome their company. Any bit of life force (rodent or not) helped remind me that I wasn’t stranded within the seemingly empty world.
I glided down the stairway, my feet a few inches from each step. My hand swept the banister, but the blanket of dust laid undisturbed. I landed in the foyer where a Tiffany chandelier dangled above me. A round, glass table was stationed beside me with a vase that displayed a bouquet of limp lilies, dried and crispy, so ancient their color was lost long ago. I imagined my own existence to be like the lilies: once ebullient with life, and now slowly wasting away to practically nothing.
I wandered through the sitting room—at least I assumed it to be the sitting room. A white cloth covered a bulky piece of furniture that I presumed to be a sofa. I had no need for doors so I sauntered through the wall, entering the kitchen which was nearly empty. The cabinets only contained jars of preserved food that weren’t able to spoil. Do you remember the family of rats I mentioned earlier? Well, several of them were scurrying throughout the carpentry, foraging a can, relishing over what looked to be a jar of mushy pickles. My presence never disturbed them, not even for a second. They didn’t even know I was there.
I drifted through yet another wall, passing the dining room table. Located beside it was a glass cabinet heaped with hand-painted dishes that hadn’t been eaten from in decades, their drawers filled with fine silverware. For a moment, I envisioned dinner parties that must have taken place there. I could almost hear faint laughter of gentlemen playing rounds of cards as they smoked their cigars. I could almost make out giggling from women in the adjacent sitting room, basking in each others’ company, gossiping over a cup of tea.
I walked through the cabinet and popped out from the other side. The library was by far my favorite room in the entire house. It was truly glorious. Every wall was lined with robust novels, hundreds of them—I’d read each and every book more times than I could count. I had ferreted through them all. I had no need for ladders to reach the highest shelves that climbed to the top of the vaulted ceiling. I merely levitated, soaring above the room as I scanned for a new novel to read. Sooner than expected, I spotted Moby Dick and plucked it off the shelf, already scanning the first page as I lowered to the floor. I was a voracious reader, so I assume it didn’t take me very long to finish the story; but then again, time didn’t exist for me so I could never be sure as to how truly fast I was.
I sat at the desk for what might have been hours, spending my time writing in my journal. Oh, I nearly forgot to mention the second and only other memory I ever remembered. About sixty-five years ago (years for me are a complete guessing game), after I finished reading every book in the library for the first time, I remembered how fond I was of writing. I gather that all of the wonderful tales I read of magical worlds triggered something inside my soul, reminding me of a story I once wrote. Soon after, I peeked under my bed and found a journal I must have kept hidden before I died. From then on, I couldn’t seem to put it down.
Halted by writers’ block, I headed outdoors, materializing in the backyard. I strolled along the edge of the pool, peering down into the filthy water that was nearly covered beneath a layer of auburn leaves. Because there hadn’t been anyone living there for quite some time, there was obviously no one there to tend to the grounds. Since I died, the woodlands on the Manor’s outskirts had practically reached the front doors. The grass was exceedingly overgrown, weeds sprouting at every turn, bushes as tall as the average tree. Vines managed to slither up the exterior of the house to the rooftop.
I wrapped around the Manor, passing the greenhouse where some sort of species of plant lived (a monstrous vegetation) which had grown ravenously, and had burst through the windows and crept across the grounds.
I walked down a cobblestone trail, setting off through a magnificent garden that overtook the front yard. The rose bushes were taller than myself, twice my size. They reminded me a great deal of the Queen of Hearts’ garden in Alice in Wonderland.
I roamed though the maze of hedges for a little while, wondering what the roses must have smelled or felt like. I gather most of you who are currently living don’t take the time to appreciate these sorts of things, but when you’re dead, you find marvel in everything you can no longer enjoy. I couldn’t tell you what I would have given to feel something again. Anything at all.
By the end of my day (however you would like to count the minutes of my existence) I sat at the old, oak tree I previously mentioned before. It was located down an untamed, carriage road, which began at the front doors of Buxton Manor and made its way to a set of iron gates (better known as the walls of my prison cell). From this tree, I gazed out between the bars even though there was nothing there to see. Like I’ve said before, beyond the Manor’s range, the mist became a fog—impenetrably thick. I sat there, writing in my journal and wondering what laid beyond the murk.
I would like to say that there was more to the story of my afterlife, but that would be unmistakably misleading. I spent my days reading and writing, roaming the Manor in hopes of discovering something from my past; but after these last hundred years or so, there were only two things I ever did recall. There was nothing incredible about my life after death. I simply existed. But then again, it’s always when you least expect it when something truly extraordinary happens. For me, it would be that very evening.
That’s when the gates of Buxton Manor opened for the first time in many years.
I remained there, under the shade of the oak, paralyzed with shock. I couldn’t believe it. I was sure my eyes were playing a trick on me, all those years of solitude were finally taking its toll. Was I losing my mind? I wasn’t sure.
The iron gates screeched, pervading ivy snapped as the gates divided. The strangest sort of automobile emerged from the haze, billowing clouds tumbling over the windshield as it drove onto the grounds. A woman sat in the driver’s seat, steering the horseless carriage with one hand as the other altered her complexion with some sort of cosmetic. She halted to a standstill right beside me. Until that moment, I hadn’t realized how long it had been since I’ve last seen a woman. When she rose out of the automobile, I took a moment to second-guess her gender. Her golden hair was cut shorter than a male and she wore a suit and tie that fit quite snugly on her—provocatively tight, you might say. I could clearly see her bosoms popping out of her low-cut top. Believe it or not, she wasn’t even wearing a corset.
“Mr. Scone, I did it.”
At first I thought she had initiated a conversation with herself, but after further examination, I confirmed she was speaking into some sort of cordless telephone.
“They said it couldn’t be done, but I did it! It’s time to uncork the good champagne. Tell the office we need to celebrate!” She ceaselessly smiled as she hauled a brick-red, rectangular board out from inside her vehicle as well as a hammer and a plastic sack of nails. “What am I talking about?!” she giggled. “I sold it! I sold the un-sellable house! Buxton Manor, the one that’s been on the market for decades now. Because of all those ridiculous ghost stories, I had to practically give it away, but I did it. It’s time we negotiate a raise.” She withdrew the phone so abruptly, I was sure whoever was on the other end of the receiver didn’t have a chance to respond.
With her sign tucked under her arm, the woman wrapped around her vehicle, struggling as her heels dug into the earth. She headed for a sign stuck in the dirt a few yards away from where I sat. All that time and I had completely forgotten about the ‘For Sale’ sign. After all, in the most recent decade, the sign had become no longer legible, beaten by foul weather.
The woman nailed something to the front of the battered sign, and before she turned away, her eyes lingered upon the Manor. For a moment, I could have sworn I saw her shiver. Seemingly a bundle of nerves, she hastily bolted back to her vehicle, locked herself inside; the car screeched as it reversed. The vehicle slipped between the gates, vanishing into the fog. And just like that she was gone.
Before I could jump to my feet, I disappeared, my body exploding into a shower of mist. Shortly after, my substance gathered, my shape reforming at the ‘For Sale’ sign. That’s when I saw it, the reason as to why the woman had come all this way.
Buxton Manor had been purchased.

Top 10 Halloween songs that are sure to put you in the “Spirit” of the season ; )

It’s Friday! Wahoo! It’s getting closer and closer to Halloween. 16 days to be exact. By now you should all know who or what you’re going to dress up as and if you don’t, well this weekend is one of the last left. So get to it! We would love to know what everyone is dressing up as–let us know in the comment section!

To make sure you’re all in the Halloween spirit today, here is a list of spooky dooky songs for you haunting delight. Starting with The Nightmare Before Christmas “This is Halloween.”

  1. “This is Halloween” – The Nightmare Before Christmas
  2. “Monster Mash” – Bobby Pickett and the Crypt-Kickers
  3. “Thriller” – Michael Jackson
  4. “Sally’s Song” – Amy Lee
  5. “Calling All the Monsters” – China Anne McClain
  6. “Everyday is Halloween” Ministry
  7. “Oogie Boogi Song” – The Nightmare Before Christmas
  8. “Ghostbusters” – Ray Parker Jr
  9. “The Monster” – Eminem ft. Rihanna
  10. “Insomnia” – Faithless
  11.  I can’t believe I forgot this song. Top 10 is now Top 11!!! “I Put a Spell On You.” – Hocus Pocus

Top Ten Halloween Flicks of 2000s

Halloween countdown: 21 Days to Go

Aaron and I love a good scary movie, especially during this time of year. We strive to have our date nights at least once a week, and there would be no date night complete without a good scary movie. We’ve seen a lot of them. The good, the bad, and the terrifying. We racked our brains for some frightful films that we think you will all enjoy this month. So, grab your brooms, fix that pointy hat, and sharpen your fangs because Husband and Husband is going to reveal their Top Ten Halloween flicks of the 2000s!

Hold onto your popcorn!

  1. The Descent (2005) – This movie gives me the hee-bee jee-bees!                                                                                 A caving expedition goes horribly wrong, as the explorers become trapped and ultimately pursued by a strange breed of predators.              

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2. The Grudge (2004) – The Grudge 2 we find a tad more scary.

An American nurse living and working in Tokyo is exposed to a mysterious supernatural curse, one that locks a person in a powerful rage before claiming their life and spreading to another victim.

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3. Joy Ride (2001) This one isn’t too scary unless you’re on a road trip, but it’s definitely a good one!

Three young people on a road trip from Colorado to New Jersey talk to a trucker on their CB radio, then must escape when he turns out to be a psychotic killer. 

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4. Jeepers Creepers (2001) There is one part of this film, when the main characters are driving by the stranger who is throwing bodies down a tube by the abandoned church, and the stranger just looks at the main characters. That part still gives me the chills!!

A brother and sister driving home for spring break encounter a flesh-eating creature in the isolated countryside that is on the last day of its ritualistic eating spree.

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5. House of a 1,000 Corpses (2003) This one isn’t for the faint of heart.

Two teenage couples traveling across the backwoods of Texas searching for urban legends of murder end up as prisoners of a bizarre and sadistic backwater family of serial killers.

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6. Insidious (2010) Creepy. Creepy. CREEPY!

A family looks to prevent evil spirits from trapping their comatose child in a realm called The Further.

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7. The Babadook (2014) **Spoiler alert** The ending sucks, but everything leading up to it is downright chilling!

A single mother, plagued by the violent death of her husband, battles with her son’s fear of a monster lurking in the house, but soon discovers a sinister presence all around her.

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8. Sinister (2012) 0.0 —All I can say!

Washed-up true-crime writer Ellison Oswalt finds a box of super 8 home movies that suggest the murder he is currently researching is the work of a serial killer whose work dates back to the 1960s.

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9. The Devil’s Rejects (2005) Watch if you dare….

The murderous, backwoods Firefly family take to the road to escape a vengeful police force which is not afraid of being as ruthless as their target.

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10. The Hills Have Eyes (2006) Besides for the really horrible, uncomfortable rape scene this was a good scary movie. You might just want to keep the remote on you so you can skip.

A suburban American family is being stalked by a group of psychotic people who live in the desert, far away from civilization.

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****All film descriptions were collected via IMBD.com

Night Vision Glasses on! It’s time to check out some Haunted Places from Around the World

In the spirit of the spooky season, I thought it be fun to list some frightening places around the world. Most people like a good scare, and if you were ever like me as a teenager, you hunted for the thrill of a good fright. In high school and early college I spent many nights with my friends searching the web for some haunted places we could go check out. Now, there are a lot of spooky places. Everyone has somewhere near them that makes their skin crawl, makes them feel like they are being stocked, that gives them that certain chill of impending doom. The most fascinating haunted areas have rich stories to tell which most of the time makes it more frightening. So, during this post I thought it be fun to make a home base for haunted places around the world! Aaron and I will kick this off with some areas around us, and if you would like, we would love for you to add some areas around you. All you have to do is send us the NAME, LOCATION, BRIEF STORY, PICTURE, and LINK TO YOUR BLOG and we’ll add your Haunted Place to this post. Sounds fun? We think so : )

Email us at husbandandhusband(.)net(@)gmail(.)com

We’re going to start the first Haunted Place with one we both actually went to.

1) Black Star Canyon: Santa Ana Mountains, Orange County, California.

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You would never think you could find a really haunted area in Orange County, CA. After all, the city is fairly new. Orange County is mostly suburbs; fancy homes with lavish front yards that are strewn across peaceful streets. The shopping centers are neat and clean, either just built or remodeled. Everything is near perfect in Orange County which makes it hard to believe that there could exist a place such as Black Star Canyon. Not even twenty minutes from most OC locations lies this canyon, tucked away in the Santa Ana mountains. Honestly, you would never even know it was there. But I tell you this, it’s like a whole other world. When you get there, you have that feeling of being on a road trip and stopping at a gas station in the middle of nowhere (there is actually a gas station and a diner out there in the middle of nowhere that really looks like it was plucked right out of a horror film). 

This canyon has several different stories that have made it infamous. For one, there is an abandoned school bus sitting in the middle of a gorge! Not lying. We saw the bus with our very own eyes.

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Another story talks about the indian tribes that were forced out of a town nearby (now known as San Juan Capistrano) by the Spanish soldiers when they were building their missions. The story says that the Spaniards were forcing the indians to convert to Catholicism, but one tribe refused. They escaped and traveled to Black Star Canyon where they would settle, but the soldiers followed and slaughtered them. Find out the Indian haunting of Black Star Canyon here: http://www.ocweekly.com/2013-11-28/news/black-star-canyon-william-wolfskill-joseph-edwards-pleasants-adelina/   

Another story was in 2001 when a man found two couples having fun out in Black Star Canyon and beat the boys and raped the girls.

Terrible things happen in Black Star Canyon. It’s Orange County’s little, dark secret.     

2) The Queen Mary: Long Beach, California.

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The Queen Mary, also known as the Grey Ghost, has seen her fair share of death. In fact, some areas of the ship have seen so much paranormal activity that they have been closed down to the public. The ship’s ghost range from a fireman crushed by Door 13, to a third class little girl who snapped her neck while sneaking into the second class pool. You can actually take tours of the ship, eat in a restaurant, or stay the night in one of its suites…that is, if you dare. All the workers, even a waitress in the restaurant seem to have similar stories–encounters with the dead.

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Aaron and I, with two of our friends will be heading to the Queen Mary’s Dark Harbor in two weeks. We went last year and it was very spooky. You embark in several mazes through the ship, one of which walks you along the empty pool where several passengers met their fatal end.

3) Underwater Ballroom: Witley Park, England.

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Brought to us by blogger https://tarquinsjenkins.wordpress.com. The Underwater ballroom has a story behind it. Built as an expansion to his 32 room estate, Whitaker Wright built this ballroom (really a smoking room) underwater in his man-made lake. Wright was a criminal and was soon caught up and charged to seven years of prison, but took his life when his sentence was final. Just look at the picture. The ballroom looks amazing, but surely as a ghostly feel to it. Next time we’re in England, I would say we would have to take a dive and check out this watery grave.

Thank you Peter Ford  for an amazing discovery!

4) A Haunted House by https://vinnieh.wordpress.com/2015/10/10/a-haunted-house-on-halloween/. Be sure to check out Vinnieh’s scary story. It gives me the creeps!

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5) NJ Pinelands and the Jersey Devil, by BookWormCottage. Check it out!

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6)  Danvers State Hospital or The Danvers Lunatic Asylum or Hell House on the Hill: Danvers, MA

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  This story was brought to us by Kim over at her wonderful blog https://cadburypom.wordpress.com/2015/10/13/danvers-state-hospital/.

When it originally opened in 1878, the asylum housed 600 patients. By 1939 it was warehousing well over 2,000 people with roughly the same amount of staff as they had in the beginning. The doctors, nurses, and orderlies were completely overwhelmed. Patients were dirty and became sick due to lack of care. In many instances, neglected patients died and their bodies weren’t discovered until days later. In order to try to cope with the surging population many of the nightmarish implements of control that we all have heard about in regards to asylums were implemented: straightjackets and bed restraints, insulin shock therapy, electroshock therapy and of course, the lobotomy. Danvers State actually has the dubious distinction of being the first to perform the transorbital, or prefrontal lobotomy (think eyeballs and ice picks!) which was used to treat everything from delusions and depression, to daydreaming and back pain.

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DSH was completely shutdown in 1992. For years it sat deserted except for frequent visits by ghost hunters and thrill seekers who reported seeing apparitions of deceased patients, doors opening and closing on their own, and the sound of footsteps going up and down the stairs. Visitors also talked about having feelings of dispair and getting sick.

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7) The Real Mary King’s Close: Edinburgh, UK

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This one gave us the chills… Check it out!

http://www.scaretouruk.com/review—the-real-mary-kings-close.html

8) Add your story here

We’re going to nominate five bloggers to add their own story (if they have one) and have them nominate someone as well. Don’t forget to email us your story, write a post of your story, and also send us a link so we can send you some traffic. Hopefully, together, we can create a list of hauntings around the world. If you didn’t get nominated–don’t you fear. You can email Aaron and I at husbandandhusband(.)net(@)gmail(.)com and will be more than happy to add your story.

Husband and Husband nominate:

  1. https://vinnieh.wordpress.com
  2. https://cadburypom.wordpress.com
  3. https://vegandex.wordpress.com
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