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Is it time for maternity leave yet? The hardest part of work nowadays is thinking.

Sam's off to Appellation wines tonight for his Celebration of Spring wine and canape tasting. I was treated to a wee taste of everything, (except the goat's cheese mousse).

Meanwhile, I managed to all but destroy a meal that was essentially already cooked for me. I just had to heat it up. I feel peculiar. Apparently I'm just tired.