My folks were planning to come into town on Friday night and stay over chez moi in order to do an important early Saturday monring errand; I got one of my rare cases of Marth Stewartitis and unbeknownst to them, planned (and already bought all the stuff for) homemade clam chowder as a supper...
...and their schedule and plans have now of course changed, and they won't be needing to stay o/n, nor will they probably want to stop long enough for a Saturday lunch, as snowfall's predicted.
I guess I know what I'll be eating all next week....
...and their schedule and plans have now of course changed, and they won't be needing to stay o/n, nor will they probably want to stop long enough for a Saturday lunch, as snowfall's predicted.
I guess I know what I'll be eating all next week....
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