It wasn’t my best presentation, to say the least.
I was distracted by the fact that my toddler son was perched on top of a stack of ballroom chairs in the busy hallway behind me in the banquet kitchen. I’d managed to communicate to a kind dishwasher who spoke little English that I’d pay him $20 to keep an eye on my k…
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