Friday Confessions.

Oops. I forgot to post. I don’t have any confessions, though. This week I have been preternaturally happy, which always makes my Inner Cynic think I have a fatal disease. Inner Cynic can’t stand the fact that I am smiling at babies and flowers, have a workable plan to pay off my credit card bill, and have finally whined enough that E has been looking at sofa beds, so I can say goodbye to the monstrosity lurking in my living room.

Come to think of it, the Monster Couch deserves its own post. Maybe as a goodbye thing. It certainly has a rich and varied provenance.

Anyone else want to confess, or not?

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