As Cara and I drove home from a little evening stroll Imagine by John Lennon came on the radio. Man, if that doesn't bring out the weep in you, what will? But not a depressed sort of cry, more like a bittersweet life is so short and so beautiful. Am I laying it on too thick? Well, I can't help that because I am all about the syrup. You know that. And by the way, those pancakes I talked about, they were everything I said they'd be and more. I got to watch Max polish off about a half dozen of those suckers, then put down his fork in defeat. No mas, he said, no mas.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
As Cara and I drove home from a little evening stroll Imagine by John Lennon came on the radio. Man, if that doesn't bring out the weep in you, what will? But not a depressed sort of cry, more like a bittersweet life is so short and so beautiful. Am I laying it on too thick? Well, I can't help that because I am all about the syrup. You know that. And by the way, those pancakes I talked about, they were everything I said they'd be and more. I got to watch Max polish off about a half dozen of those suckers, then put down his fork in defeat. No mas, he said, no mas.
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I ate those pancakes and syrup during a late night study break last night, yummm. Also, notice my professional level of commenting lately?
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