For Nina, because she speaks for the tress that have no tongues.
This is my 100th post. I feel unprepared. Would that I had a special post waiting to go. Alas and alack, I do not. Instead, I'll have to make do with this snippet:
Me: Ah, summer dinner parties, they'll be the death of me.
Him: You gotta die of something. May as well be summer dinner parties.
1 comment:
How happy am I that you got my Lorax reference. Other, less wonderful people did not.
PS - where's the story about the husband-and-wife spat at dinner over your inability to pay?
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