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| Watch that knife fly! Like in Ratatouille. |
No rest for the weary! *wink* The people need to eat. The soup must be made. So the invalid must roll herself out of bed, set aside her Corinthian grapes, and make herself useful.
Only problem with that... the invalid has germs on her hands. Many germs. Deadly germs. Is she so heartless that she careth not whether others contract this fatal illness? De ningun modo! She nobly dons a dust mask, pulls on some surgical gloves, and sets out to chop those veggies!
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| I chased Anaja down the hall with a carrot. It was wunderbaar-gut fun. She's so petrified of germs. |
She did, however, hire her sous chefs (aka Bekah and Anaja) to chop some chicken. She braved the celery and dumplings, but the chicken was too much for her vegetarian nerves.
Now I'm back to watching The Secret Garden on the couch. With my Corinthian Table Grapes.
"Something attempted; something done has earned a night's repose."
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