Day 16 of Mom's hospital stay. She was said to be going home today. And since (drum roll, please) she agreed to quit smoking, I cleaned out her room last night. No more ashtrays or smokes, they've all been thrown away. And I Febreezed the shit out of everything. That's 50 years of being a ...
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I’m a writer. A lover, not a fighter. An amateur philosopher who enjoys shaving giraffes and dancing around my living room in my boxers.