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On my way home from the store, I saddled up my horse…

High horse, that is.
So strap in for my tiny rant…
After yoga tonight, Mr. G called and asked if I would stop by the store and pick up some granola (don’t hate me K & Cath for not making it ) and some goat’s milk.  ::shudders, sticking tongue out::  I said that I was going [...]

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