Pizza, Dead Guy, Miley. Draw your own conclusions.
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Not a rant, but a rant. My family cannot or does not stack dirty dishes with like dishes. This drives me nuts. Every. Single. Damn. Day.
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Physical therapy went well, at first. Hours later in hobbling like a cripple again. Hence the “mailed in” picture for the day. Steak, mushrooms, bacon and zucchini. Oh, and bourbon … for the win.
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Today was a mixed bag. Work started out rough. Doctor visit, a little worse. Crescendo is dinner.
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Another dinner club success.
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A blend of persimmon and pineapple.
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Not even going to try and pretend I put any thought into todays picture. I had a couple ideas that I failed to execute on. Instead, I present this pedestrian picture of grocery store fried chicken.
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We thought tonight was a tad hectic. Tomorrow will be worse. For those who do not follow convention, it adds sanity to the soul … and stomach. All the meats save pork was represented.
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Nothing fancy. Ice water with blueberries.