It is, again, my turn to cook. Here is what I want to eat:
Tomato soup
Grilled cheese sandwich
Served by a liveried butler with a butlerian attitude.
Here is what I am probably going to end up making:
Salad
meatloaf
broccoli
Not so difficult. I will probably complain the whole time, anyway.
For SURE I will complain inside my head but I will try to spare the rest of the family.
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