Wednesday, February 28, 2007


Cooler than usual temperatures -- it was 57 bone chilling degrees -- drove me inside Starbucks today, where I sat at the counter between Dennis (who noted that the feds were once on his tail) and the Nut-with-the-Notebook ("kill, kill, kill ...").  While Leah described the morning as "nice and crisp," next time I want "crisp" I'll eat a potato chip.

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