All I have done today is cook for my dad...and eat every bite that came out of the pan. I'm probably going to have to roll back up the mountain tomorrow. Jonathan will have to deflate me like I'm Violet Beauregarde and I'm filled with blueberry juice (but it's more realistic that I'd be filled with omelets and zucchini boats and chocolate brownie sundaes). That's fine. I'll be blue. I hear it's a popular color anyway. ;)
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