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"I met Peter at the door with a cast-iron skillet the other night. My close friends reading that sentence are probably laughing out loud (hi guys!). It&amp;#039;s been a long-standing clich\u00A9 of mine. Anytime they told me that one of their husbands or boyfriends acted like a jerk, I&amp;#039;d always reply with: &amp;quot;Time to grab the sacred skilled of justice and apply it liberally to his forehead.&amp;quot; This time, though, I wasn&amp;#039;t dealing in vengeance. I just happened to realize that he&amp;#039;d left it behind, and I most likely won&amp;#039;t use it. He saw Alton Brown cook in a cast-iron skillet, and decided we had to have one, too. He used it a few times, and it should go to him since I&amp;#039;m not going to be cooking gourmet meals for me and the kids anytime soon. Odds and Ends. That&amp;#039;s what our marriage has come down to now. Finding little pieces of our lives, and deciding what to keep, what to give to him, and what to throw away. I haven&amp;#039;t been able to go through the attic yet,with its years of accumulated pictures and knick-knacks. I will someday, but I&amp;#039;m not there yet, emotionally.For now it&amp;#039;s all I can do to hand him a skillet. Without applying it to his forehead, that is. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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