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nothing, unless i make myself a sammy.
wife was up early, making baked ham and a cherry cheesecake. said it was for dinner at her sisters. i didn't say anything, but after church she asked me if i was going. i thought i was being given a serious choice, so i said no. so she came home and loaded up the chow and headed north, leaving nothing for me.
son called and asked how the hell i got out of it, cause he has to go. i told him at least he gets some dinner out of the deal.
guess i'll clean out the garage.
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