Corn and Chipotle Soup Might Help. Will You Make Me Some?
He jogs up the field, a zig, a zag, oops a tumble but then he’s up again and in position. The ball streaks toward his outstretched hands as the crowd goes nuts. Yes! He caught it! A proud parent jumps up and claps. Not me. I was not the proud parent at the Y’s Itty [...]
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These are not the best words to wake up to: Sh*t! The alarm didn’t go off! My response: How the h*ll did that happen?? Whatever. I’ll go make coffee. If there’s time, I’ll get dressed. My husband: At least we have our priorities straight.
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