it's just that we haven't. hannah's been polishing her book, which is the most pleasant way i know of saying she's been sweating and consuming numerous french presses each morning. i, most certainly, have not been taking myself on dates to p.f chang's. to see vicky christina barcelona. scarf shopping. pleading to my defiant outback. falling into platonic love with the line cook who saves all the chicken and dumplings, pours them into quart containers, and labels them "mamie's school lunch." also, i have not been flipping between the convention and john cusack's serendipity. and, we've been reading our students' work. i've been conjuring up strange situations wherein the other first graders are mean to morgan. and i, of course, wreak havoc upon their lives. finally, because we're so busy, we absolutely have not been watching jon and heather make edamame on dooce.com. but, but, there's this:
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Widespread Panic? God.
really? really? i don't think you want to get me started. um, just the other day you wrote "sense" instead of "since" and other such atrocities. it's on, maryland.
Let's get it started in here. HA!
i love mamie's musical tastes.
because they are also mine.
don't go revengin' in my name.
(mamie: new hold steady album. yes yes yes.)
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