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I’ve treated you guys to rants when a business does something lousy, so here’s a time they did something nice and I was the scary customer. — After Kiddo4, my hair stopped growing. It’s never been amazing hair, but it…
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When I told my father about the wasps in the wall, all dead an hour after the Hired Killer departed, he related his own story to me. A few years back, his family stayed at a hotel I shall not…
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So there I was, on the phone with the Hired Killer’s Hired Phone Operative, expecting her to send me someone with X-Ray vision in about five days, and instead she’d gone deadly serious. She didn’t need the guy with X-Ray…
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These things only happen when my Patient Husband isn’t around and I have to solve them myself. Because, you know, I’m arguably an adult who owns her own flashlight and her own baseball bat. And as it was, I also…
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About three weeks ago, my Patient Husband took two of the Kiddos on a nine-day visit to two locations over a thousand miles away. (They’re back now, and everything’s fine.) The day before he left, I heard scratching and ticking…
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“What’s that?” I said, squinting at some white fuzzy stuff hooked to my Patient Husband’s shoe. I tugged it, then said, “Don’t move,” and I started unwinding a really long thread from both his shoes. Kiddo2 came over to help,…
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