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And I have hurt myself badly trying to get into the gift that arrived today. I am now the proud owner of a countertop oven, but unable to lift it off the floor or clear the counter space for it for when/if I can. All this in the name of baked potatoes I'm not even supposed to be eating.
Now I know why having sons has been such a big hairy deal across this pale blue dot for time immemorial. I mean, I always knew they were handy household gadgets, but NOT that they were a matter of life and death.
Covet your goddam male children.
pipe up any time....
