I swear to you that last night I woke up in the middle of the night and felt our room move. OUr bedroom is the loft on the top and I was lying there thinking 'hmmmm...should I scoot down to the guest room and leave mr. butt to it, especially now that he's signed the life insurance papers? Or should I stick it out with him and let the kids get a good trust fund?'. I stuck it out and we survived but it freaked me out.
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