Okay, clearly, my life of insane bliss surrounded by six gloriously affectionate lovers has to be cause for a lot of jealousy among the thronging masses of people who read this blog. So I though, "Let's throw these poor sons of bitches and bitches of bitches a bone, right?"
So here it is. Yeah, I can't turn around without practically bumping into someone who'll hug me until one or both of us explodes -- but also, I have to share a single phone with all these freaks.
And all our emails were spawned off the same recovery email, I think it's Claire's.
Which means whenever one of us logs in to blog, or to check email, or really, to do any damn thing, Google has to send an email to the person who logged in, and an email to Claire, letting everybody know that a new login happened. And every one of them pops up on the lock screen of the phone as a notification, too.
It's not all margaritas and honeysuckle around here, is what I'm saying.
Hope that helps.
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