A gaggle of idiots…

Most of this ridiculous mess got its start in a sweaty fraternity party (so cliche) in 1995, where Dave squeezed past Jen on his way through a crowded room, said hi to her because he mistook her for someone else entirely, and found himself getting happily married in a ski lodge 6 years later.  Somewhere along the line a cat was recruited.  The inevitable dog joined the troupe in Denver.  After a great deal of patience was exhausted, the fates and the medical fertility community saw fit to deposit a couple of girls under our roof.

This blog pretty much picks up from there.