Home for the Pre-Holidays

I just returned from Cleveland, which was a gift in itself. I know what you're thinking.

Oh really, Kendra? Which part was the gift? The returning? Did they pay you to go to Cleveland? Or pay you to say that you did?

Truth is, Cleveburg iz where my peeps be at, where we kick it old skool, where, on dogs, the fam be off the heeeeezy.

And as the story goes, in Cleveland there is a house. A special ranch house where a redheaded Nana lives. In Nana's house is a bed. In that bed, a couple can do the unthinkable.

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They can sleep in past 7:58 a.m.

::gasp!:: For the first time in ten and a half months.

While their Baby Girl is entertained by Nana Red who knows a thing or two about coaxing a smile out of a ten and a half-monther.

There was even one day where we slept until the decadent hour of...

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10:28 a.m.

The best things in life are indeed free.

The bestest things in life cannot be wrapped or inserted into a giftcard envelope.

The bombdiddleyestest things in life are between a pair of flannel sheets in Cleveland. Pajamas on.

tony the pony