A Bloody Entrance to Salt Lake City (a painful but sort of funny story)
A short while ago, Hubs and I took a trip to Utah to see my son and his family. The last time I was there, I slipped on ice and face planted on my son’s concrete porch. Damage? Raccoon eyes, a fat nose and seven stitches. My daughter warned me not to fall on my …
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