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| This, my friends, is the face of evil. PS - Daughter 2 wore that dress four days in a row. |
There was a snapping, non-snapping turtle loose in my house
for almost a week. My sister wouldn’t stop by, not even for chocolate, until
the savage beast was caught. I don’t blame her.
See, my husband, in what can only be described as an effort
to take the lead in the “I love you best” contest that our daughters are
continually staging, allowed said daughters to kidnap a mean turtle from its
natural habitat. They named him Luther. My husband assured me that this was
not a snapping turtle; he knew this since he was raised on a farm. I reminded
him that he was not raised on a turtle farm, and any turtle that inches his head
out of his shell and snaps in my general direction was, indeed, a snapping
turtle. Luther was aggressive.
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