Walked to Borders last night…found the most fabulous Thai cookbook! Completely cracked up when Clint started singing, “He drinks a whiskey drink/He drinks a cider drink…” into the phone. I hope he wasn’t in public!
And then my darling family decided to call at 7:30…their time. I didn’t answer the phone or get up…I waited until Sarah called about an hour later. To get up, that is. I promise–I listened to the voicemail after I was awake enough to think clearly!
Oh, and weasel coffee (from Vietnam) is the best. It is, really.


~ by wildeyedwonder on January 23, 2004.

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