"I like your barrette," my boss said this morning. Uh-oh. I wasn't wearing a barrette. I patted the top of my head and found the residue from a strawberry Pop-Tart stuck to my hair. Fullofgrace!
"So you see, Kevy, Destiny's Child is no Ezra Pound!" —yours truly, pointing out the obvious (along with everything on my desk)
What does one do at a high school reunion? I may have to go stake one out and observe, as there's very little chance that I would ever want to attend my own.
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