I'm a guy at home and I'm making dinner for my girl. Now and then, she's making dinner for me. Sometimes we even eat out. No matter what, everyone's just cooking for Margy...
For the record, it's pronounced MAR-ghee, not MAR-jee.
Margy didn't want to wait it out and reheat another piece of quiche. She picked up a St. Paddy's Day meatball sub at our local pizzeria instead. Corned beef next year.
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