Alright, so, Ma is finally gone to Florida. Without even saying goodbye to anyone who was up (and at 4:30, at lesat I was), and just leaving a note on the counter before running out the door.
I conked out and fell back asleep until 7, Kev went to work, and he didn't bring the dog outside. So, what do I wake up to find? A turd. In the dog's pen. But
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