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Jane and I have a comedy routine going.
For example. Off to Canyon Market, I was, and what was I going to get? Well, after having suggested that we go out…out being anything that is not inside this writer’s mind…Jane reminded me of the once-frozen chicken curry we were having tonight. And is there even the slightest intimation of something wrong with said chicken curry? No. And, for once, we were even having it with brown rice. My wife avoids brown rice. Why? Not weight. Jane, weighing Read more [...]