23. Watching our morning chaos through houseguest Navi's eyes and realizing you need to have a lot of coffee to handle it. (I was on my third cup of coffee and was delighted I'd made a second pot.)
22. Seeing two house-and-garden tour buses parked on my street and being relieved they weren't for me. Thank goodness: the garden needs tending and a kitchen floor is crying out for a treatment from a Swiffer Wet Jet. Who wants to do those things in front of bus loads of visitors?
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Saturday, August 8, 2009
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