Warning: some of the photos here are a tiny bit graphic, so don’t go on if you’re squeamish!

It started with a text message. One I didn’t even take seriously. At first.

I was driving home from Montreal where I had just spent a lovely girls’ weekend with two friends when I got a text. Now I know that texting and driving shouldn’t mix (topic for another blog, that), so we’ll just skip right past that detail to the contents of the message. more…

Our whole day got turned upside down yesterday. It eventually righted itself but not until we’d come to a few realizations.
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Last night, while shopping at the Cambridge mall, I heard dogs barking.

At first I thought I was imagining things, but because I had time to kill before my hair appointment, I decided to investigate. As I rounded the corner and came to the “get your picture taken with Santa” booth, I couldn’t believe my eyes. more…

We used to have a deal, my husband and I.

He’s a woodworker, which can be somewhat of an expensive hobby. The deal was that he would make whatever project I picked out, as long as it called for him to buy a new power tool. It worked well – hallway mirror, plant stand, storage bench and built-in window seat for me; steadily growing tool inventory for him.

And then he broke the rule – and that was the end of our fabulous arrangement. Here’s what happened.
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