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June 28, 2011


I hate hate hate making lunches. Dinners I rock. So I make enough for two meals every time, and my whole family eats whatever for lunch the next day. I don't know how this will work once Harriet gets out in the world, but until she complains, she's getting leftover pesto. Or leftover pizza. Or leftover... etc.

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