Saturday, October 23, 2010


When my basement floods, offer to bring me Indian food so I can wait for the plumber. Coconut chicken curry, naan, rice-- we can eat it at the tiny little card table in the kitchen. (I'll let you take all the leftovers home with you.)

Then take me to a concert where they'll sing songs about hummingbirds and you can tell me about whales.

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