Stuff.

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My rolling pin is missing. The urchin ran off screaming something about not taking his combine away. And then he sweetly claimed it was in Daddy's closet, but no. Oh, well. No applesauce-cinnamon ornaments tonight, I guess.

Made ribs. They're yummy. Chipotle plum sauce, onions, potatoes, and beef shortribs into the crockpot. Eating it all over sorghum.