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Day one of the Vegas vacation resulted in me now having ghetto baggage:
The leg had been teetering on the edge of breaking for about two years now. It finally died on day one of the Harden Vegas Vacation.
I just can't have nice things.
Saturday, January 07, 2006
I Just Can't Have Nice Things (3)
In compliance with one of my New Year's demi-resolutions (making a random recipe once per week with my new cookware), I made dinner for Doug and me Thursday night: pasta pizza. Who knew that baking rotini, Parmesan cheese, an egg, and milk makes a suitable "crust"? This stuff was pretty good. It was like having all of the good parts of lasagne, none of the bad (onions, the occasional hard noodle).
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Day one of the Vegas vacation resulted in me now having ghetto baggage:
The leg had been teetering on the edge of breaking for about two years now. It finally died on day one of the Harden Vegas Vacation.
I just can't have nice things.
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Day one of the Vegas vacation resulted in me now having ghetto baggage:
The leg had been teetering on the edge of breaking for about two years now. It finally died on day one of the Harden Vegas Vacation.
I just can't have nice things.
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