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Last month a friend texted me and asked me to bring beans to a golf tournament and help serve lunch to players.  I had to decline the invitation to serve, as I had meetings all day, but I still promised I’d bring beans.  Baked beans.  And she implied that I’d actually cook them.  Immediately I knewContinue reading “I Only Know I’m an Adult Because My Back Reminds Me”