New Rule For The Day:
No More Bitching About The French Guy.
Because (1) it’s done and (2) no one looks good in bitter and (3) what would I really have wanted to do differently here? Nothing I can think of. Which is why – as you long time listeners who met this blog way back at the beginning of the week may be wondering – the name changed. I don’t really think I Shoulda Gone to
So No More Bitching About the French Guy. Starting as soon as this paragraph ends. Because can I just say one more thing? He sucks.
Anyway. I spent the day with Kira and her ten month old Aerin, who lived in a little fiberglass box in the hospital when I last saw her. Now Aerin is a giant fifteen pound baby with big blue eyes who eats carrots and has a very mischievous laugh. I attribute the laugh to her mischievousness which I attribute to her mom. Her mom, sweet and southern and motherly as she may now seem, once rode a bus to
Now, however, Kira lives in
posted by tortaluga @ 11:02 PM
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Virginia! I'm suddenly wistful for sticky broiling mornings and daily thunderstorms. Northern Virginia is a lot like Richmond, except it's Malls, Humidity, and Assholes. Lots of Assholes.
Enjoy your time in my homeland.
I've always wanted to go to austin. it's a perfectly good place to summer, b/c it will be Hot.
adrienne! i can't believe y'all keep finding me. (that's southern for "you all," because i am in the south.) i expect austin to be not only Hot but HOT.
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