Mine, Theirs, and Ours

Gold Can Stay

IMG_5195About a year ago, as I aimlessly and uncharacteristically solitarily wandered the wide aisles of our local Home Depot, I spied a rug I felt needed to come home with me.  Without any thought of either its unforgiving fabric or the fact that I was taking it home to then-eight-, seven-, and three-year-old boys not to mention two rather unpredictable and less-than-reliable beagle mixes and a kitten, I heaved the rolled-up woolen rug into my shopping cart and made my way to the register.

As I rounded a corner, my vision impeded by this large object of my affection, I nearly collided with my children’s pediatrician.  A woman who minces not a single word, she couldn’t avoid seeing me and the obvious bulk of my soon-to-be purchase.  She took one look at it, smiled, shook her head, and said jokingly, “You know you can’t have nice things.”

The physician to…

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