I shouldn’t have had that big ol’ cup of coffee an hour ago.
It’s a good thing I don’t handwrite this blog.
I shouldn’t have had that big ol’ cup of coffee an hour ago.
It’s a good thing I don’t handwrite this blog.
I spent the day today wondering why there was a coat hanger in the elevator at my office.
Back when I owned my little townhouse condo in Arlington — oh, so long ago… nine months ago — I would lie awake in bed looking around the room. I would think to myself, I own this. I am not renting, it [more...]
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