While the kids were still sleeping, I was up taking the quesadilla maker apart to clean out the cheese that spilled into the inner sanctums of the machine last time I used it.
"Pay the grocer/Fix the toaster/Kiss the host goodbye
So you Break a window/Burn the soufflé/Scream a lullaby..."
In other words, Life Happens.
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