“Is the phrase ‘Slough of Despond’ from Harry Potter or what?” I holler to my husband, who is folding laundry four feet away. We both half-wonder why I’m hollering, what with him standing right there and all. But, then again, it’s been that kind of day. A hollaback-at-your-knickers-folding-husband kind of...
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