A story her folks can be told.
I'm home at the moment with Day 3 of a cold (day one: aching throat; day two: scratchy throat and runny nose; day three: ceaseless ooze of mucus from sinuses, and thanks for that, sinuses), breathing through my mouth and snorking and generally sexing up the joint. No use taking DayQuil, given that text is my anti-drug: the ensuing reaction might
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It's mildly important that you have passing familiarity with the first two iterations of "Star Trek," so I'm glad to have prompted your research trip. But forget Troi's plotlines - did you see what they made her wear? Although perhaps it wasn't that much worse for her than for the male actors. At some point between now and the federated future we will all be replaced by molded plastic: no sags, no dangles. And big, crazy hair for everyone who isn't bald.
Para+sol = for the sun. Para+orugas = for the caterpillars. Using "for" in the prescriptive sense.
Nutrias are mammalian kudzu, and there's no reason to know about them unless you live within their range. That was Mom's reaction to the warthog story, though, so I threw it in for a little journalistic balance.
I am much less familiar with "The Streets of Laredo" song family than I am with the female version discussed earlier. But if it's okay by Al, I guess it's okay by me. In this one case.
Based on the map, it seems to take about 90 minutes to get to Big Canoe; we'll call it two hours for the sake of not being stressed. I was planning to leave early enough that I could get dressed up there (not shower, though), since wedding clothes are not the most comfortable for driving. That puts me leaving Atlanta between 2:30 and 3. If you are up here/at your house by noon, you should have plenty of time to prettify whichever way you want.
And of course you could call me if you need to talk it out.
(Okay, so I wanted to see what it would be like to be a friend of mine. Turns out it's kind of frustrating!)
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