It's a good thing I don't care too much for food. Today I have chicken salad and apple-raisin pie that I made yesterday. Tomorrow I can only have clear liquids, then in the evening a delightful cocktail that is not so clear.
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I tell you, folks, when this is over, if they let me come home, I'm going to change my way of living. I'm going to cancel my telephone and mail, then lock my doors and crawl under the bed and stay there.
1 comment:
Well yum. Everything looks great-- except for that glass of green stuff. Good luck on your ordeal.
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