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Mindful Grubbing 

Today I'm held captive to staccato laughter and must begin with small side bar.  I was derailed from naming this blog post Mindful Munching because something in my goofy spirit and my girly snickering just couldn't allow it. I literally couldn't even write the first few sentences without COL, cackling out loud.  (take that teenagers)  I kept typing… Continue reading Mindful Grubbing