Andy needs a ride to day care. This is the thought riffing in my brain when I wake up. I'm also thinking a flatter tummy and reduced love handles, which gets me out of bed and into my exercise uniform.
JoAnna has supper ready when Andy and I return home, but it's not what I expect. She says the chicken didn't thaw. "Aw!" The frozen chicken Parmesan on noodles is a fine substitute.
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