Presence Erased
I am so weird. When I get home from grocery shopping, I like to put up all the groceries myself. My family is often sweet enough to start helping unload all the loot, but I think my OCD nature kicks into overdrive and I simply must know where every item lands. Everything has a space where it belongs and Mama loses her mind when she cannot find the chicken stock. It’s just my thing. I had to clean out my husband Aaron’s closet a few years ago. This was nothing like my dr
