Today's feeling a little like a buffet -- a little of this and a little of that.
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Maybe Spring really is right around the corner.
The daffodils are ready.
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Maybe I need a nasal swab.
This morning I stopped in this tiny place on my block to get coffee. Two steps inside the door, I was assaulted by rank body odor. There were two baristas and four customers. Who was it? I'm going to take the mom and daughter out. I'm pretty sure it wasn't the guys working there. This leaves the construction worker and the innocent & quiet hipster. I'm putting my money on the hipster. Dude, find some groovy deodorant and use it. It was 7:45 a.m. and you smelled up the whole place.
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Maybe you know.
Last night at dinner, the question was posed - "Why is a sundae called a sundae and why is it spelled that way?"
Google says it's a word of German origin. Google also says that the eating of ice cream in the U.S. was banned on Sundays. The whipped cream and chocolate covered it up.
I don't know. But I like a sundae on Wednesday. Or any day for that matter.
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Maybe I'm procrastinating.
I really don't want to do what needs to be done today.
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Maybe readers make my day.
This morning I got a response from a reader in Texas who said the person mentioned in my post yesterday makes her want to throw up. I agree. Her mother makes me want to throw up, too.
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No more maybes. Now I know.
I need the nasal swab. That rankness lingers. Yuck.