
Playing the glad game...
I saw the cutest butter dish at Target, but didn't need it. This morning I was informed by the kitchen staff (ie. pater) that the butter dish is broken. Now I just hope they still have the cow when I get there...
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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