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I opened the front door and MMMM, something smelled good. Meatloaf.
A little comfort food is always good. Carl makes a great meatloaf.
It is made from ground turkey.
I have heard others talk of turkey loaf, but it’s still meat isn’t it?
I certainly wouldn’t want to call if fowlloaf.

Now it sounds like it will be popcorn for desert.

Such is life on a working day in the RH household.
My life is still very much being dictated by others, although I am going to stage a walkout and go where I can’t be found or stage a shutout and close my door and block it with extra chairs.
Carl’s life is very much dictated by the whims of very short people with extreme and unpredictable mood swings.
I am not sure if Ashlan’s life is dictated or whether she is being a dictator – it is hard to tell and she is not (telling).
From what I can figure Rey’s life is dictated by his chosen form of work slavery internship and the whims of the weather gods. Rey says it was raining so hard at the ballpark yesterday that you could not see the scoreboard. [He also did not get to share in the meatloaf.]

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