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Consider my loins girded.
Sunday, December 25, 2011
And to all, a good night. With no more barfing.
We made it to Iowa - healthy-ish and safe. It's a Christmas miracle!
In celebration, I offer you a holiday tradition, with a new twist this year. Enjoy, my friends!
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