$3 to make three hanging pom-poms, DIY-style. I’m usually extremely well-behaved during the week. Between free breakfast food at work and going to classes at the gym instead of happy hours at night, I can get from Monday to Friday without spending too much moolah. Come the weekend, though, and

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Logically, I know that it’s really not that cold in California. Heck, 44 degrees doesn’t even sound that cold – not when I’ve got friends in actually cold places like Minnesota, Cleveland, and Chicago braving ridiculously low temperatures just to get to work. However, my house was built over a

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