Domestic Bliss
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Subway Sandwiches and other Mundane Things
Another craving – Subway sandwiches. Oh. Man. Don’t tell my husband this (Professor, stop reading now), but I’ve probably bought 2 Subway sandwiches a week for lunch in the past month. Before being blindsided by hormones, I was a brown bagger – I bought lunch out maybe once a month, if even that. I was so good. But since I became a hormonal house of cards, and thereby a little lazier in virtually every aspect of life (hellooo, I’m busy building a human right now, I do NOT have time and energy to make a sandwich), I’ve begun cheating. Frequently. So this weekend I’m planning on buying some nice hoagie…
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Puppies, Relay, and other Updates
Thought I’d give you a quick update on a couple of the update-able items in my life. #1 – The Puppy After I called Animal Welfare, the puppy stopped living in the shed and came back out to the porch. He’s been roaming free since then, still ignored, still left day and night, but it’s MUCH better than locking the wee thing in the shed. Until last weekend. When the neighbors, who “moved in” (aka parked their trash outside) 2 months ago, rocked up in a UHaul and started loading it with furniture from inside the house. ????? Are they moving in our out? What is going on? Since then,…
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I Have A Secret.
I’m only sharing it with you, my closest friends. I hope you’ll keep it quiet for me, I wouldn’t want it to get around. My secret is – I’m plotting a murder. Shhhhh, don’t tell. Let me give you some background. So where we live – it’s an ok place. Just two houses down to the right, across a busy road from us, is a really nice neighborhood. When we walk the dog, this is the neighborhood we walk through. On our side of the street, the houses are smaller, more poorly built, but the people in them start out pretty nice. Our 2-doors-to-the-right neighbor has…
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A Drive Home
A Drive Home The nice thing about being brought up in a half dozen places is that each one feels like home. Whenever I return to the ridiculously perfect weather in southern California, or to the spectacular vision of the Golden Gate bridge in the northern part of the state, or to the long sweep of the Virginia coastline, or to the leafy splendor of my new home state of North Carolina, I feel my heart soar and my eyes well up and I wonder how I was ever happy anywhere else. This weekend, I returned to another of my homes, the placid heart of the country, to attend…