My friend's mom was getting ready to dash out the door. Her good pair of Henkels scissors had broken that morning and she was getting ready to run out and have them repaired. After telling me the tale that led her to this moment of decision to do it now or wait a few days, she resumed her rushing about, all the while carry around the scissors in her hand.
I may have pointed out to her that she is a mom, and that didn't her mother ever tell her not to run with scissors? As she chuckled at the thought, she said, "Now there is a blog!".
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