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If you take away this pain Lord I swear I will probably never drink again. Please.
Last night.
The only thing I can imagine eating right now is a single Cheerio. Or, excuse me but I must puke. Again.
Barbecue blues
Yesterday Mr. Pistol and I had our first barbecue of the year, and it was a lively and well-populated event. I made lemonade with mint, two peach-and-ginger trifles, and a pasta salad. Mr. Pistol grilled with grace and aplomb, not to mention excellent timing. My pasta salad got a marriage proposal. The lemonade tasted divine […]
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