
My mom wanted me to be sure I understood what a brat I was for not mailing a card to my dad in time for it to arrive on his birthday. Then I waited until two days before Father's Day to bake pecan sandies and mail them. Oh well.
Watch me stretch a buck! Rather than feel sentenced to *having* to make dinner, I'm trying to figure out what I can do with what I have. And how to make cheap meats and frozen vegetables taste better.
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