I met Stacy on Instagram.
It’s one of those friendships where I can’t even remember how we connected or which one of us followed the other first. All I know, is it happened on instagram over pictures of bacon and coffee and pregnant bellies with third babies growing in them.
What better things to bring friends together, right?
Our mutual love for cured meat, chocolate and caffeine bonded us — and then her husband, Barry, became a quick friend, as well, even after I ended up winning a pretty sweet beer caddy giveaway he had entered. Barry chatted with me many times as I fretted over finances, budgets and our dwindling savings last year. I’m beyond grateful for his advice, . . . Read All