The dog smells like you. Upon his return from doggy camp they bathe him (my mother's favorite part) and now he smells like Tic Tacs just before they start to dissolve. At first we thought it was a cookie smell, but that was not quite right.
I know that Christmas is not a time for criticism and critique but, too late. The Christmas Special. She saves everything because she loves her husband and her kids? Yeah, sure, it had me crying like a baby, but it felt boring. Can this woman do nothing else? Can women do nothing else?
As I said, Christmas is not the time for critique.
love,
hannah
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