Last night was another one of those nights when Gary had a late lunch which means no dinner for him. This means I need to figure out what I want for dinner which I hate. It is always so much easier to make whatever Gary is craving. But he wasn’t craving anything, so I was on my own. This is how that works. I stare in the fridge forever. If I were a child, my parents would be screaming at me to close the door. But I can’t as my mind is racing. What can I make from this hodgepodge of…
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