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To tumble dry might go awry (like a bungled try or stumble die).

For those pondering or wondering why, a meme from Jojo Georgiou is something to eye:

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Moments would not exist without mom. Mothers are the singers if life is the song.

They sacrifice a lot so kids can grow strong. On May’s second Sunday (when Mother’s Day is on), honored are loving moms. They’ve earned this response.

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Thanksgiving reminds people to be thankful for what we have like food on the table

and other blessings or those that make us able. Moments shared with loved ones are more reasons to be grateful.

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A painter’s parent also paints. Red paint dripped on the parent’s jeans.

Maybe these two people share the same artistic genes.

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Furry friends need more attention when fireworks cause their stressin’.

Explosions can scare like thunder, so keep pets safe and calm. Give them comfort. Maybe read to them, or treat them with snacks or something that helps them be more relaxed. They may need cuddles or multiple hugs, or to … Continue reading

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Happening is a hunt (in the fourth month). For this kids get pumped; on Easter it’s relevant.

They search for a bunch of eggs so vibrant. Following their hunch, they’ll hopefully have fun.

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At a luncheon, people are munching what’s cooked in an oven and served with stuffing.

A pie that’s got pumpkin (more filling than a muffin) is another something worth sharin’ and lovin’.

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A painter’s father also paints; there’s paint splattered on his denim jeans.

Maybe the painter and her father have painter’s genes.

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Surprise Gift: A husband is clueless that his gift to his wife was useless.

She did not tell him that what he surprised her with was tacky. Her reason is that she loves him, and she wants him to be happy.

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A sibling in-law is being a dickwad (by using his baby as his shield and weapon to get in his shot)…

This in-law could be on a cliff’s top; then a gust of wind could push him off. Karma motivates and/or takes the form of this thought…

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