It's what my wife mutters when she rolls over in the morning.
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It’s like, “Easy. We just woke up and you’re already asking about the taters again!”
I would feel so much better about myself if I had to look that up.
Now that I think about it, my wife may be a wolverine.
It has been a beautiful week here. Good temperature, low humidity.
When someone says a brace of coneys, this is what I think of:
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