A medley of urban gardening, experimental cooking, family medicine, and my life.
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I really don’t consider myself much of a shopper, but something indescribable comes over me when I walk down the pet aisle at Target. See, they have an *entire* aisle of outfits for your dog. And something inside me melts until the next thing I know I come home with a strawberry dress with red and green ruffles, and I’ve agreed to let Ben play Wii on our anniversary.
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