BACKSTORY: Monday night. Bedtime. I go to tuck in Buddy Boy. His bed is empty. The house is quiet, except for some faint "crunching" sounds. I walk downstairs, turn the corner and see this:
Have a good one, either way I guess.
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Today when we were finishing lunch the waiter was like, “How was your day?”
and I said, “Good, thanks! A little exhausting, but good. How was yours?”
and t...
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