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Can you blame me? I was also visiting the cheeseworm and getting a pedicure. And when I wasn't toddler-wrangling or melting from sheer foot-rub-induced ecstasy, I was on date night, consisting of Shabu Shabu and 7 Pounds. Screw you, internets, I'll take date night over blog night any day of the week. But I will feel guilty about it, and make it up by whining about it on the blog. Everyone wins!
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