October 28, 2017

It always starts innocently enough.

Eli was slowly pouring milk into his bowl (the red plastic one, per his request) to cool his tomato soup. His grilled cheese was on the stove, my spaghetti squash reheating in the oven.

There was a rare knock on the door. Landscaping company...winterize the sprinklers...check and check. I w...

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