beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Moppy top This is my nephew Curly in the front, with one of his cousins behind. Is he not a little love bug? Little cherub. I love it when I offer him a bite of something that's too sour and he politely passes his hand over it. Today I shook off the hippieness of the summer and ironed some clean clothes that fit and had lunch with the members of the Senior Common Room at one of the houses. There was a visiting musicologist who had the most exciting vocal tic, a loud, short moan after random words. The first time I heard it I thought he actually was moaning, because it came after the phrase "bombing of Afghanistan." Hmmm, yes, well, I must go write some travel-related fortunes now for Diner Don's travel agent client. "You will travel to Central Asia moan." 10:14 a.m. - 2003-09-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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