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Eat. Well...
I have just a few minutes to post an entry here, which should keep my hands off Max's snack drawer. Though I've transitioned him over to a mixture of things I can't/won't eat and things I can eat, I still have a hard time controlling the hand to mouth action, even when it's only raisins. (And I read recently that 100 extra calories a day (less than an ounce of raisins, people), will pack on just under a pound a month, or ten pounds a year. That's less than an ounce of raisins, or just over a cup of non-fat milk, or a large banana...or a half a can of coke. Seriously, I just can't figure out why we, as a nation, keep getting fatter, right?) Anyway, I didn't come to write about food--unless the food comes in a can with a label that I can't read, because I've been spending a lot of time at the Asian/world market, looking at Japanese foods. For obvious reasons. Time's up--for me anyway. Love you, Demons. Eat well.
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