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There are plenty of how-to sites out there run by folks who are way the hell savvier than we are. And clearly we’re not very good at this so far.

Once we say “Let’s go!” he lunges from under the table towards the door like a racehorse in the Kentucky Derby.

That’s a daily question at our place. We judge our days by it. As in, what time of day is it when one of us first asks the question.

You cannot possibly sweep enough to keep them at bay.

“You folks don’t have a pet chipmunk, do you?” This seemed like an odd way to meet.