He bought a baby gate to keep our dog out of/in rooms. Lately, my daughter has been using it to corrale a foster kitten. It just happens to be between the kitchen and my office.

I tripped over that fucking gate and spilled the breakfast sandwich I just spent twenty-five minutes making. 😡


After this, a weird wrong turn doubled my drive time to my clients.

It's beginning to look like it might be a salmon day.

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