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I used to make gravy every weekend. Now it’s an occasional treat. Made it for the grands. My feet were swollen and killing me, my right hand kept cramping, and my back hurts. Old age isn’t for sissies.
I used to make gravy every weekend. Now it’s an occasional treat. Made it for the grands. My feet were swollen and killing me, my right hand kept cramping, and my back hurts. Old age isn’t for sissies.
