“Oh my effing God! I have NO privacy!”

I nonchalantly walked through the door, as I came in from the back deck. “So, did you get it?” my husband asked me, feigning a concerned tone. “Oh my effing God! I have NO privacy!” I shouted, as I slammed my 10x magnifying mirror and tweezers down on the kitchen counter. He winced as usual, … Continue reading “Oh my effing God! I have NO privacy!”

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