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Pan-fried catfish, mashed potatoes, and hominy. You’re welcome.
My sister and I talked mom into watching The Mandalorian. She claims to have liked it but her opinions change like the frequency of a cheap ham radio.
Oh yes, I’m doing this more often.
It’s Friday, I’m tired, and don’t feel like cooking tonight. Once a year won’t hurt (I hope).
I recently worked on a customer’s new notebook and liked it so much, I bought one for myself.