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things I do not regret.



1. Leaving the house Friday night, sans children, eating a cupcake. I spoke to Dan just long enough to tell him that a cat had vomited on the rug, and that he should probably just throw the whole damn thing away. (I hated that rug.)

2. Spending a...embarrassingly significant amount of time reading a blog written by a cashier at Target. Reevaluating my stance on soulmates.

3. Teaching Clara the lyrics to Meghan Trainor's "Me Too."

Nope. Don't even think about shaming me. I said no regrets and I mean it. Plus, she absolutely nails this line: "What's that icy thing hanging round my neck? That's gold. Show me some respect."





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