I’ve got to stop trying to take Maura to Whole Foods

“I’m going to the store.” I stupidly said out loud. “Wait for me!” Maura said, grabbing her backpack, shoving a pony into it.  “I’m ready!” crap. The two teens looked at me with that questioning look of “Are you taking her, or should we brace for shrieking?” sigh. “I know I’m going to regret this…”…

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