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Typical Morning? I Hope Not! The morning of February 15th, unknown to me at the time, my blender was staying with evil intentions in mind. I was about to find out that one should noway , and I mean noway , trust an appliance when a heart check is in order. My above mentioned ménage menial came the routine God used to stress check the spiritual fitness of my heart. Obviously, I was out of shape and in need of adaptation. It all began on a typical morning, while trying to get my hubby off to work with breakfast in hand, and floundering to manage my son's determination to disturb the peaceful tranquility of our home. With adding intensity, my jitters were stretching to the breaking point like an over extended rubber band. paw print Having been lazy the night ahead, my kitchen islet had seen less crowded days to say the least. Valentines mixed with an multifariousness of delicacy were bestrew far and wide. Amid important disarray and" No, you can not have adulation and Lifesav