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Friday, November 18, 2016

In which my husband saves the day yet again.

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I'm sorry to say that I'm not feeling funny. I'm sad and everything is terrible. People are hating each other and it makes me sa...
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Friday, November 4, 2016

Use the "good" soaps and the fancy "guest" towels.

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I know it's not appropriate to stomp your feet and yell, "No, no, no" upon reading the obituary of a 92-year-old woman. But th...
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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Three people who change my life every day.*

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My dachshund attempted to eat the tennis balls off of an older lady's walker while my giant labradoodle made sweet, sweet love to his hu...
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Thursday, October 20, 2016

What's your breaking point?

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I found mine. We are in the midst of a kitchen remodel, so our house is filled with dust and the basement is now our primary living area. ...
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Thursday, October 13, 2016

Why I live in the basement.

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When My Guy and I bought our house, we took one look at the kitchen and promptly announced that we couldn't possssssibly live with it. ...
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Monday, October 10, 2016

Two things that changed my life.

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1. I got a massage. This is my one great splurge - I get a rubdown every four weeks. After years of searching, I have finally found My Li...
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Friday, October 7, 2016

The seven stages of a husband sharing a cold with his wife.

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As told from the not-at-all biased perspective of the poor, put-upon-yet-saintly wife. Stage 1: Oh, look, a mancold. I admit it. I had pr...
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Small-town girl turned city woman. And no, I still can't parallel park.
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