girl at large

I like to write about life when you have a job, some kids, a fixer upper and a fatal disease.

Mom: I picked up your dog's doodle today.
Me: "Doodle?"
Mom: Yes, her, you know…doodle.
A woman who rates her farts at night from the other room ("That was a TEN! Did you hear that one Kate?") has to use a euphamism for the dog's business?

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