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I have a lumpy, sodden mass of smelly dough in my refrigerator. It didn't rise. I'm tempted to try to bake it just so I can dispose it in a less gross way. Then again, tomorrow's garbage day. I might just scrape it into a bag tomorrow morning before I head off to work.
Sigh.
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1 comment:
oh b*gger, you just reminded me. today is rubbish day, and I didn't put the bin out. dam and blast it. it's the one thing in this looking-after-myself life that I keep getting wrong. wrap up that thing in your fridge and throw it away. now, so it's no millstone cluttering your life.
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