A few weeks ago my husband came home and spoke the words every non-working spouse dreads: “I have to work from home for a while”. I started working when I was fourteen, wearing the stink of spoiled soft serve and making blizzards you couldn’t spill at Dairy Queen for $3.25 an hour. I worked retail, did…
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The Mixed Up Chameleon
The other day my husband commented on how impressed he was that I ride my bike in the rain. “Well,” I said, “we’re in Denmark, that’s what you do here.” Dramatic pause. “I’m adaptable.” In fact, I’m so freakin’ adaptable that I’m practically a chameleon. Like walking, talking camouflage. Plonk me down and I’ll change…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 