Even when we’re not trying to be funny.
It’s 105 degrees in here, and I can’t place the smell. Somewhere between hot feet and freshly popped kettle corn.
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I’m falling in love with my husband all over again, ever since he gained 30 pounds.
Night shift ponderings and info-mercials with Soul.
What goes around comes around … and hits you in the back fender.