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Still Giving!, Crap, why can't you have a regular tube like G-man and me?
Somebody had to feed those two. I threw together robusto sweet Italian sausage with Gruyere and baby patty pan squash stuffed tortellini. Kelsey brought pop tarts.
Preparation. Kelsey was actually helping me with my knots but I decided to cut him out of the photo just for the hell of it.
Like any proper hostess, no matter how hard a day, Kelsey was absolutely insistent we not mess with his cocktail hour. Honestly, I was thinking we'd just grab a six-pack but he had all those pretty umbrellas in his tackle box.
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