My not-so-baby sisters Sherrill and Julie just signed a 12-month lease on their first apartment in Blythe. It'll cost them a wallet-busting $550 a month, and though they don't allow pets, Sherrill managed to finagle a doctor's note from her gynecologist stating unequivocally that her dog, Sugar, is vital to Sherrill's mental and physical health. Isn't that freaking awesome? I chuckle crazily to myself every time I imagine the harried conversations that took place between Sherrill and her doctor, and between Sherrill and the leasing agent. This, my friends, is one of those things that makes the good life oh-so-delectably good.
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