Chances are. . .

… that it’s not going to be a good day when you’re headed out to the dentist and you end up running over a squirrel. God, I hate squirrels. HATE THEM. Still, it’s not like I TRIED to run him over. He (she? it?) was darting back and forth ahead...

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Sometimes, I sit down to write in the morning and there is a Big Thing on my mind that I really do NOT want to get into, so I try to find something else to natter on about, and then sometimes there is simply nothing shiny available and my children have been neither...

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