I like things the way I like things. What is wrong with that? Take my toast for example, I like my spread, be it butter, peanut butter, honey, jam or whatever, so long as the spread is spread all the way to the edge, I’m good. My husband, Russell, doesn’t like to make me toast because he knows I will likely “fix” it. I ask you, Dear Readers, what’s the issue with liking something the way you like it? The way I like my toast spread is a metaphor for how I like to live my life, all the way to the edge.
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