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Life Could Be Worse
- lrds.
- Apr 28, 2021
- 2 min read
It's true. I sit here in my lovely home with three sleeping dogs breathing heavily while I type away. I know I will be having tacos in about an hour and a half and that my hot hubstud of a man will be home this evening, happy to process anything either of us faced during the day. I'm not hot, or cold, or frightened by how the bills will be paid this month. I have friends and family that love me. I am grateful and blessed.
