Recipe for Disaster. Or Dinner.

Good thing it's bath night. Good thing the housekeeper comes tomorrow. Good thing the smell of chocolate sends me to my Happy Place. I should've known by the deafening silence for a full 60 seconds that something was amiss.  But I didn't.  I was off my A-Game. Sammy actually discovered the scene first, and by the... Continue Reading →

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