"Strangely, Clea, who is now four, asked today whether she once had a babysitter called "Alice the Great." I told her that she did have a babysitter named Alice, but that she didn't refer to herself as "Alice the Great," as least as far as we knew." -Teddie
Throw me a freakin' bone, or I'll have to go find one on my own.
If the dumpsters aren't fruitful, I'll have exhausted this town high and low brow. Ann Arbor, I can't say I'll miss you, only that I'll always keep coming back.
STOP, and ask yourself this: Is it a national drinking holiday?
Lesson learned.
That said, I may try to find a low-key place for a beer tonite. Though, as my dad pointed out, there's nothing very Irish about macrobrewed American beer dyed green. So perhaps a Guinness.
Joys upon joys! Monday is Roller Races at the Blind Pig. I'm geeked. Depending on how confident I feel at the time, I may race, or not. Either way, lots of hootin' and hollerin' and bike kids
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