I was planning on writing some stuff about the house I looked at today, but my hubby is driving me up the wall with his silent treatment (he's silly, he's wrong and he knows it, but like all children he refuses to admit it and sulks instead) and this nice weeezing in my chest I don't really feel like writing much. I'm sure I'll feel much better in the morning.
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