I’m not 100% sure why bizarre stuff happens to me. But it does. Take, for example, this morning. I was halfway through my Saturday 10k on the treadmill in the basement. Sonny comes to the top of the stairs wrapped in a blanket with his p.j. pants sticking out from underneath, “Mom, Mom! Someone’s at the … Continue reading Bizarre with a capital B
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