The Squirrel Factor
Sometimes, life drops squirrels on your head.
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Deadly Nightshades (or "how not to kill me")
Sunday, July 31, 2011
And This Isn't the Strangest Conversation I've Ever Had, Either. . .
My husband, on his way out the door to pick up his parents at the airport asked me, "Where's the
My answer, without a moment's hesitation, was, "In the bathroom. Behind the futon."
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