
My husband is like Archie Bunker sometimes. He’s often a curmudgeon, grumpy old man and he’s not even 40 yet (NOT that 40 is old! Please don’t get me wrong.). Sometimes I think we’re polar opposites; he’s not big on socializing, he’s fiscally conservative and he holds his peace until he really has something to…
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I don’t know if I’ve adequately explained thus far how much I love movies and books. They are completely my escape. I also love how both fuel my imagination. I’m canceling my Netflix account because essentially I get what I want from our local library. It’s free to rent movies (and music! I’m stocking up…
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