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Letting the cow out of the bag.
I’ve been keeping a little secret, but it’s time to let the cow out of the bag. I was in Madison, Wisconsin again last week. Just me; Tara stayed home. I left on Saturday morning, driving to Sibley, Iowa, where I spent the night. It was a charming little town. Quintessential Midwest. I chose Sibley
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A basket full of goodness on the highway to hell.
I brought my lunch to work yesterday and was eating in my office, but I made a beeline for the break room sink once I got to my peach. One bite and I knew my desk would have been a sticky mess had I stayed. There’s something about a ripe peach that is sublime. It’s
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Speak nicely or forever hold your “peace!”
Feels like I’ve been away forever! I’ll just blame this rare stretch of cat-got-my-tongue on being super busy. Which certainly isn’t untrue, though there may be more to the story than just that. Don’t you hate it when people are vague? Anyhoo, there was nothing vague about karma bitch-slapping my wife in the face one
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Does the 5-second rule apply to city sidewalks?
Every Friday, I treat myself to coffee and a breakfast item. It’s my reward for reaching the end of another work week with my sanity intact. Some weeks it’s more intact than others, but that’s beside the point. Last week, I stopped at Starbucks for a Vanilla Sweet Cream Cold Brew and a Spinach, Feta
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Just because it smells like a skunk doesn’t mean it’s a skunk.
When we bought our house in 2019, I joined Nextdoor to keep tabs on the goings-on in my ‘hood. It’s mostly just the same group of people complaining about youths running amok or vandalism to their property or the sorry state of education these days or out-of-state newcomers driving up their property taxes. They might
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It’s like living in a cave, minus the bats.
Tara and I got home from work at the same exact time on Thursday. That almost never happens. When we entered the basement through the garage, it was warm down there. That never, ever happens. Cue the sinking feeling… Our Nest thermostat showed the A/C running. But it was 80 degrees in the house and
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