So, not only did my wife and I decide to skip the fireworks, we downright shunned the grill for dinner and opted to simply heat up the leftovers. All you need is some butter, your leftover sauced spaghetti and a skillet.

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Why is the x a better boyfriend once he becomes the x? I guess maybe we could start with asking why we still talk to the ex-boyfriend.

When I set up my blog a couple of days ago, I was perusing the different page designs and this green girl kept calling to me. She looks so young and carefree, like I used to look.