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Stuck In The Middle With You – or – I Would Wash My Hands But I Can’t

As I write this, Hubby, Sylvester (our one hundred pound dog), and I are crammed into an 8 by 5 foot square space, surrounded by all manner of home furnishings and separated from the rest of our house by a … Continue reading

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