Ave Maria and the Buttercream-Colored Girl

Or ‘How I know I’m not in Minnesota anymore’.
Stop signs are optional. 
This was discovered back during the white knuckle days of learning to navigate the streets.  There is one particular stop sign in the big city where everybody just kind of rolls on by.  I do it, too, but the initial thrill has worn off. 
In the beginning [...]

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Oh, how completely inappropriate

I have a house staff and I dig it – big time.  Living where we live, allows us the opportunity to hire the help of numerous people.  There’s our gardener.  He’s the quiet type and keeps to himself and the plants mostly.  I’ll give him a wave when he arrives and he gives me a [...]

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