In my living room there's a triangle created by the big screen broadcasting Criminal Minds reruns (my world for MGG), my warm cuddly cat, and my warm cuddly husband and within that triangle lies The Black Hole of Slothfulness. Much like the Bermuda Triangle things tend to disappear here, for instance my will to do anything that involves moving my ass from the couch. But the husband has done something miraculous, he's provided a way to communicate with the outside world from the BHOS. That's right, the the man got me an IPad. It only took my Kindle suffering an untimely demise. So now we'll get back to the regularly scheduled programming.
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