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Cussing in my yard

It’s not a proud moment, to be honest. But it’s a thing that happened. This I must confess.

Also I will say, this happened about a week ago. This particular shameful moment did not happen over the holy weekend.

Like that makes it better.

(Voice over: She was correct; it did not make it better.)

Usually I’d unpack my shed of all the cute yard stuff on a nice warm sunny day. I’d do it at leisure, because I felt moved and inspired to do it. All that set out, I’d uncover my deck tables, carefully roll up the covers and put them in the bin that had the yard stuff in it. Stash it all away and then enjoy how nice my yard looks, all set out for the season.

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