Mercy Child!
Unable to find anything I want to stomach.
Most of the day gone.
Finally find something I can cook that baby seems amicable to.
Out primary of ingredients...AKA Hubby got into things and didn’t tell me.
Switch gears.
Eat.
Sick.
Repeat.
Have some mercy, child. You have to live with me on the outside.
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