I feel six-feet tall in my new brown shoes -- like one of Helmut Newton's broads.
Still angry about the Brazil Nut Effect, but mollified by the addition of dried cherries.
It's a three-day weekend.
We are not going to Detroit.
We are not going to the Dunes.
We have no barbecue plans.
We don't even own a set of tongs.
Bronze Tongue, Tuned Lip, Decorative Belts on the Skirt
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About Me
Much Ado About Nothing
Don Pedro
Your silence most offends me, and to be merry best becomes you; for, out of question, you were born in a merry hour.
Beatrice
No, sure, my lord, my mother cried; but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born.
2 comments:
Ha! I had trail mix yesterday (first time since I was a kid) and I thought it was a coincidence that I somehow ate all the raisens first!
Ah, that nefarious Brazil Nut Effect; gets ya every time.
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