Category: Life
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A Dad’s POV, Now with Extra Delusion and Chlorine Dan tightened his cleats like he was suiting up for war.Black under-eye stripes. Helmet gleaming.He looked like a man preparing for battle—or possibly a very intense adult rec league game where the average age was 42 and the post-game snack was orange slices and ibuprofen. Beside…
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(currently dodging glitter and advice) I came to TxMaxx with a purpose. A rug. Something chic enough to say “I have taste” and durable enough to survive Chunk’s rampages. I had just entered the promised land—aisle 7, rugs as far as the eye could see—when I felt the gravitational pull of southern chaos: human form,…


