Twitch…twitch…

You know, I would wonder why my eyebrow is twitching…

But since this evening, I’ve had to figure out how to re-light the pilot light on my stove (which I didn’t know gas stoves had pilot lights – now I do)…having a panicky moment of “Oh great, we’ll have to buy a new stove when we’re moving in three months.”….and while doing this, Maura got into the newspaper I bought, ripping it up, eating some of it, stuffing some up her nose, which lead me to peering up her nose with a little flashlight…only to leave the room to do something, come back to find Maura eating MORE paper….and because of all this, dinner is still cooking…

No, I’m not wondering why I have one twitchy eyebrow.

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