There are snow flurries whipping around, outside my window and a blazing fire in the fireplace. (Okay, so really they are gas logs. Because I am not married to a mountain man, who just so happens to love chopping wood. Or even buying chopped wood. But somehow, “I flipped the switch and the gas logs […]
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