La pluie
Oh look, it's raining outside. You know what's really wonderful? Being inside, listening to the rain, drinking spicy red tea with cardamom and clove, and being dry. All at the same time.
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Insert completely non-novel rant about the DMV here.
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As it turned out, one of our old and more long-lost friends lives not just in Bostonland, but in our little true suburb. He and three friends brought some a la carte, and some laundry, over last night. We discovered that the glowing-fire-shaped lamp in the specious fake fireplace actually does work; it is the outlet in the "fireplace" that is busted. We lit the thing up on the coffee table, and man, was it ever atmospheric.
Best of luck now to Flora, who heads to Ethiopia in a few days to volunteer at an orphanage.
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Insert completely non-novel rant about the DMV here.
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As it turned out, one of our old and more long-lost friends lives not just in Bostonland, but in our little true suburb. He and three friends brought some a la carte, and some laundry, over last night. We discovered that the glowing-fire-shaped lamp in the specious fake fireplace actually does work; it is the outlet in the "fireplace" that is busted. We lit the thing up on the coffee table, and man, was it ever atmospheric.
Best of luck now to Flora, who heads to Ethiopia in a few days to volunteer at an orphanage.
posted by Nora Rocket at 3:53 PM
1 Comments:
Without fail, every rainy day that ever passes finds me desperately wishing to be in that exact situation. Tea, cat, books that is, not DMV madness.
We miss you lots, and need to snag a mailing address from you. For, um, things.. I'VE SAID TOO MUCH.
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