At first we called a truce. It seemed the test went well for both of our samples. So we decided we both had a good meatball.
Last night, however, my daughter told me that the subject came up again when she and her friends were out to dinner. I however, was declared the winner. I made the best meatball. I don't know if my competition realizes yet that I have won, but I am wearing my prize proudly!!!!
Truce is over. I win.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
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