The other night, I told my husband that his presence is comforting, like a bowl of oatmeal drizzled with maple syrup. Honestly, that was the image that came to mind. Not Peter O’Toole, Roger Moore, or Johnny Depp. Oatmeal. Steel cut, to be precise. Is there a twelve step group for this sort of thing?
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