Ahhh….space.

Space to move around, personal space, living space….just space. Oh, how I miss it.

Seriously, I am constantly bumping into Bobby and other things that are jammed into this itty bitty room we’re temporarily occupying.

Space is a pet peeve of mine. Especially personal space. Or should I say, people who invade my personal space. You know who I’m talking about. The people that get all up in your grill when you’re talking to them or standing in line somewhere.

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