Jennifer Plaster
Bio
I'm nice. We would be friends. Friends tell each other the truth when they want to get bangs and also read their stories.
Stories (8/0)
I Escaped Living Paycheck to Paycheck Part I
In January of 2006 I was on food stamps and my newborn baby and I were on state Medicaid. Fast forward to today: I'm a landlord with three properties, I vacationed in Iceland this year, and I'm taking delivery of my new Tesla in a few weeks.
By Jennifer Plaster2 years ago in Education
The Grief is Real
Buddy was a rescue dog. I always thought that meant we saved him, but after he died I realized how he had saved me. We didn't expect to get a puppy, but it's hard to say no to an adorable puppy held by cute kids saying, "Our dad will send him to the pound if we can't find him a home today." We didn't need another thing to potty train in a house with an 18-month-old baby. We didn't know the puppy would be impossible to train for weeks because he had been taken too young from his mother, a wild dog that would sit under our bedroom window and bark.
By Jennifer Plaster2 years ago in Petlife
Mystery of the Nile
My eyes opened just enough to peek at the numbers on the digital clock on the dresser. It read: 7:38 AM. On any other day of the week, I would be rushing around getting ready for my first appointment, but one morning a week I reserved for myself. Being self-employed, that day was Monday, and I loved my Monday mornings. I stretched and reached for my phone, automatically opening my email to check for urgent messages. I paused. No, this was my morning; email and business could wait until after lunch. The morning was mine. I smiled and sighed indulgently as I allowed my phone to drop onto the rug. I rolled over and stretched my legs to the cool spot on the bed as I snuggled my head into the blankets to block out the sunlight leaking through the curtains.
By Jennifer Plaster2 years ago in Fiction
