When I was little, we lived on a farm in North Dakota. Our sandbox was made from a tractor tire filled with sand and we spent hours building little mountains and digging little holes. One day, my sisters and I had played in our sandbox all afternoon and we had each dug our own hole. …
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Clean…Or Not
Remember my little cleaning binge? Remember how I washed my walls with Pine-Sol, scrubbed my shower with CLR, and banished vinegar to my kitchen countertops? Well, I missed a spot. Seth’s parents and his grandma, Lilly came over yesterday. See the couch in the picture? Lilly and I were sitting on it while I nursed …