how it all started...

At the grown and ma-TOO-ER age of nineteen, yes--1-9, yes--that is a teenager, Robby swept me off my feet and we were married.
For reals. 
So here I am, a wife, just coming out of my freshman year of college where the only cooking I did was pressing start on the microwave, to melt the pre-shredded cheese for my nachos.
And as excited as I was to be all "wifey", I quickly realized I had no idea