I had one of the weirdest feelings of my adult life last night.
So there I was, standing in the checkout line at the ‘Teeter on Glebe, picking up the one thing Tom hadn’t gotten when he was out buying groceries that day. And I realized….
I’m standing in the checkout line by myself. And all I’m holding is 9 cans of cat food.
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