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Do You Fall Down?

Does anyone besides me fall down? Because I seem to fall down a lot. I’ve fallen down, epically, at least three times in the last year and a half. Fall #1  I was showing off riding Clare’s razor scooter in

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Leaving Las Vegas (minus the booze)

We’re on our sixth hour of driving from Las Vegas to Salt Lake City to visit family for spring break. Collectively Clare (8), Bridget (7), Henry (old bastard) and me (none of your business) have eaten: 1/2 bag Trader Joes

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