There’s not a better cover in the world for being aggressively nosey than walking your dog. You can gaze, stare and survey a house with wild abandon. After all you’re just a person ambling through […]
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Addicted to Grass
I have a problem. I hide things from my husband. I don’t hide anything dramatic or something that calls out for a two-part docu-series on the Investigation Discovery channel. I don’t even hide my feelings […]
I’m High On Grass
I have an addiction. I knew things had gotten bad when I received a text at 6:45 on a Wednesday morning. It was from my supplier. She wrote in all caps that if I wanted […]
Snarky in the Suburbs 