Mom’s Home

There it was.  I was caught red-handed and couldn’t lie my way out. What was I doing?  Ummm. Something I swore I would never do.  But my co-worker walked in and saw me.  Carefully taking a napkin around the rim of a Tabasco bottle.  Cleaning the lid of the condiment. WHY?! I ask myself the same... Continue Reading →

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