I ended up breaking my arm because my husband, Jason, refused to shovel the snow.
Not figuratively. Literally.
The night before his birthday weekend, I stood at our front door, staring down at the porch steps as a thin layer of ice began to form.
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I ended up breaking my arm because my husband, Jason, refused to shovel the snow.
Not figuratively. Literally.
The night before his birthday weekend, I stood at our front door, staring down at the porch steps as a thin layer of ice began to form.
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