Reaching the Tea, Or Not

My husband pulled up to the gas pump and I leapt out of the minivan, slamming the door shut behind me. I charged into the little gas station shop, its warning bell dinging above my head. My mission: a frosty Diet Dr. Pepper for my poor thirsty hubby. The refrigerated case brimmed with an array... Continue Reading →

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