A girl, dogs, a house, and a frugal dream.
Well, I've spent most of my evening looking for where I put all of those tax forms that I need to drop in the mail by tomorrow. Did I take them to work? Leave them in the truck? Burn them in righteous protest?Turns out I left them in the spare bedroom. I never go in there, so maybe the cat dragged them in there?
I'm sure it was the cat. They are sneaky that way.
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