as a dinner guest in someone else's home, i try never to get in an argument with the host.
over politics.
it's such bad form.
and yet, that's exactly what happened this weekend.
i don't know which was more upsetting, the disagreement, or that i broke my own rule.
my transgression is magnified by the fact that our own kitchen is still useless -- we need all the free cooking we can get.
that particular neighbor's kitchen is pretty well closed, i reckon.
p.s. i was right. he was wrong. not to mention stubbornly proud of his wrongness. wear that pie, em-effer. wear it!
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