At the last minute, my wife and I decided to shuttle across town and enjoy a Thanksgiving dinner with her Mom. As always, she kicks ass in the kitchen, and many bellies were stretched to their breaking point.
Back at home, we enjoyed a quiet, relaxing evening. A great day.
What the hell is ego?
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A response, at the last minute, to IndieWeb Carnival: On Ego The first time
I really remember my ego screwing me was when in high school. My response
to Co...
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