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When Miss Crankypants was growing up, her mom had an odd habit. Mother would stand in the kitchen yanking open and then slamming drawers. “Where’s a paring knife when you need one?” she’d fume. After several forays into the cupboards, looking for said parer, Mom would almost literally have a light bulb appear on top […]
All around the Pacific Northwest (where Miss Crankypants resides), people are emerging from their burrows. The dark days of hibernation behind them, everyone Miss CP knows is getting a little behind in the garden. Literally. And she has her husband to thank for it.Physical therapists and common sense dictate that you really ought to bend […]