That magical part of the grocery store where peanut butter, artichokes, strawberries and salt & vinegar chips are all on the same shelf.
Haha, husbands make great space heaters, don't they? Ironically, last night *I* was the one who was too hot, and Allan was the one turning up the heat. Each of us isn't 100% convinced that aliens haven't taken over the other's body ;-)
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