Or the Absence of Absinthe, Not.
This is a story that will be told. Has been twice (at least) since Christmas Eve round the U.'s dining room table where it took place.
I feel virtuous having completed both pilates and abs/thighs workout this am. Out the door in a minute to take C. for birthday breakfast. She's late, bien sur! A gift of wine and start the day off right - love breakfast food. Poor dogs will have to wait - it's wet right now.
Considering 2008.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
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