The latest addition to the honeymoon suite—no, not me, silly, the deco chest of drawers from Ed's uncle's house. What with DSL and a fire in the fireplace and a northeaster coming up, I may not be able to leave the boudoir. Where I have been dreaming and dreaming.
Last night I dreamt I was at a reunion where we were all trying not to talk about politics, because it made us so mad. Finally, one of us burst out, "I'm not going to say anything after this, but that fucking. . ."
So I will have to leave the boudoir (no TV) to watch the debate tomorrow night at a friend's house. Democrats only.
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