Look, it’s been a long week: A. I had to wage a war against snot. B. I had to pry my maternity panties out of my kid’s mouth at the Park the other day because unbeknownst to me, they were static-clung to the fresh burp cloth I had just offered him to wipe up said snot. . .(I KNEW I
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I’m just certain you were all dying to know what the heck it is I do when I’m not cleaning up excrement, dinner, or pet hair. . .And when I’m not sweating out some cheap box-o-wine while hiking and birding. . . Allow me to introduce to you my downtime delusion. . . Yes, clearly I am 36 with the
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