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What did you do with my snippers?

Alright, can we talk about something that should be simple, but somehow isn’t? Husbands in the garden. (A fitting Father's Day topic, am I right?) Because the second my husband touches a tool, that tool doesn’t “get used.” It gets adopted. By a different dimension. By the shed, the universe or possibly a squirrel who thinks it's some kind of holy acorn. And it is never where I can find it when I need it. Kind of like the sock that always goes AWOL between the laundry basket a

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