Who Moved My Cheese?
That doesn’t really bother me.
I don’t get upset until someone moves it. Eats it. And then vomits it back up. On my foot.
That’s the kind of week it has been. Oh well.
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where nothing is quite parallel nor perpendicular and likewise not as bleak as it may sound......
Observations of an opinionated
Catholic home-schooling mother/church secretary...
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