Do I always get the wierd ones? I was at Target this morning, picking up some Febreze for the house, and I somehow got sucked into a discussion on how it's time to put our pet down. What? I don't know why I'm always that person. My husband Dave thinks it's me, and I give off a vibe that says 'Come, talk to me, I will listen!' I don't know about that. It's just really strange though.
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