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The Dog Comes With
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Somedays you're the windshield...
Like this past weekend, with its gelato and fresh pastas with end of season truffles from a private chef. Latte machiattos from steaming machines.
And sometimes, you're the bug.
I'm spending more of today's time on labeling this blog finally.
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That first time must have been a fluke
It'll do
Spilled mik, #2 and #3
Sunday afternoon
Might as well get used to it: Spilled milk #1
Yes, I believe I would like fries with that
Yup. Its spring.
Amsterdam with a toddler
I had it coming
Amazing coffee, and pancake restaurants everywhere
The orange trench coat wants to go somewhere
I'd rather not spend $5000 on your painting, thanks.
Crying it out
Somedays you're the windshield...
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