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Here’s to The Friend:That’s known me long enough to know almost all the deep, darksBut who is still my friendMaybe because she has photos and other evidenceWith which to torment meBut of whom I also have photos and hated words and songsTo keep her in lineTo make us laughTo keep us young Here’s to . . . → Read More: Friday Cheers About 54 weeks ago I was gearing up for one of those presentations to The Husband wherein I would lay out a problematic scenario and artfully guide him to declare What We Should Do. During a 2-ish hour drive from my mother’s home to mine, I sounded out the arguments I would make, panicked . . . → Read More: Plan C: Grab a Flamingo I like to pretend that there’s a long distance between me and Crazy. Like Crazy is a few states away, reachable by a car fueled on daily frustrations, down a long and twisty interstate, but with so many diversions and rest stops along the way that the odds are if I don’t tire . . . → Read More: Crazy Pitched a Tent in My Backyard |
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