Here's to Mz. Nancy for providing hope.
To the resignation of Donald Rumsfeld.
To Brian and Jessa for sharing some pizza and Merlot and not complaining about sitting on the floor of a very messy apartment with a hostess in smelly gym clothes and a cat that insisted on sprawling across the pizza box.
To the Monday night workout.
To the drivers on 121 who actually drive the speed limit instead of crawling along at 10 miles below while a huge line of cars piles up behind them.
To Jancis Robinson for being the anti-Parker.
To the whole wheat British muffins I eat every morning for breakfast with butter and Parmesan cheese.
To rediscovering raunchy Nine Inch Nails songs.
And to the news that yes, at last, he is finally coming home.
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And for Kevin owning both a Sprint Blade and Razor. I must now be sharp.
Glad your man is coming home!
I have both a Treo and a Razr. But no toasts to them because they just contribute to my already cracked-out habit of checking e-mail every two seconds.
It's not even 9 a.m., and I'm already craving French fries.
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