Recently, our new dog got up onto the kitchen table and scarfed down a good portion of a very nice steak that I had planned serve for dinner that evening. I had been marinating it in the fridge, but pulled it out early to take the chill off before grilling it.
I told a friend about it, and she empathized. I started to reply. “Oh, thanks. It was a beautiful steak, and big enough to feed all of us” &mdash but my reply got stuck in my throat.
Really, Linda, all three of us? We are not a family of three. We are a family of four, and “all of us” no longer applies.
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