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Into every life, a rain delay

After three straight nights of fun but exhausting events, there is nothing I like more than a rainy Sunday with no plans, no obligations and no reason to even get out of my PJ pants. AND, new episodes of "Nurse Jackie," "The Big C" and "Mad Men" at the end of it. Nirvana.  

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