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Day Twelve

Breakfast with the gang went just fine, cause I had my gorgeous little Bambino on my lap and she was sharing my delicious carrots while everyone else ate their very average meals (according to me of course, not them). Lunch unfortunately was a fail. I forgot my soup at home so had to deal with real tomatoes again, but the boffin in me decided to grill the life out of them with my fish. Not a terrible idea i tell you. Crispy thinly sliced grilled tomato is a whole lot more edible than than normal.

Last night worked out perfectly. For Dancing Queen's birthday we all went out to our favorite restaurant. Our dinner was steak and green salad so after a bit of explaining to the waiter about our ridiculous needs, we had a delicious meal and felt included with the whole group. We just had to make a conscious decision not to look at the mesa platter with dolmades, shrimps, humus, meatballs and dips, finished off by a baklava with ice-cream. Shortly after that the DJ started playing some awesome music, plates were thrown and friends arrived that we haven't seen for a while and even though we didn't have a sip of booze, we still had a fun time.

We did however crash and burn at about 11, unheard of in our household and after a couple minutes watching TLC, we were off to bed.


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