Trouble is, I haven't yet figured out exactly what it is that she's done wrong. Do normal people get stressed out about things like this too? Now I find myself just a tad anxious at all times, wondering WHAT, WHEN, and WHERE I am going to find this evil deed. In the meantime; however, I'm just trying to admire the lovely chunk of calf hide with half the hair still attached. You've gotta find the silver lining somewhere!
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Just like mama said... If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.