I'm in the shower, long day swirling down the drain. I'm talking myself down from taste-testing the vanilla buttercream body wash (it can't smell that good and taste bad, right?).
Michael pops his head in the door and asks, "Hey honey, how do I get room temperature goat cheese out of Voodoo's tail feathering?".
Sometimes I question my life choices.
Do Not Make Me Loose My Peeves Of War
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