Back on Track, Again

As I walked in on my brother’s dog polishing off an entire crockpot of gravy suspiciously left at mutt-level during post-Thanksgiving clean-up, it became immediately clear that she and I are related. Sure, I might not down a gallon of turkey grease in one fell swoop if left unsupervised in the garage,* but without constantContinue reading “Back on Track, Again”

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