Trepidation

Sometimes life gets in the way. You don't want it to happen, and you certainly don't ask for it to happen, but it happens all the same. Sort of like pulling an onion ring from a bag of French fries. It can either be a delicious, crisp golden-brown bit of magic in your mouth or a grease-filled, tongue-burning, stomach-wrenching horror.

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Feeding the Beast

This past Saturday, I busied myself with those necessary evils known as household chores. As I vacuumed, laundered clothes and performed various other unglamorous duties, a feeling of unease blanketed my aura like a Snuggie. I should've felt great about knocking out so much housework; however, try as I might, I couldn't shake the disquieting feeling, and by the time my head hit the pillow, I was mildly agitated (my husband may disagree on the adjective here).
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