The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.
Chicago
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The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.
Off to NYC
tomorrow. Garmin riding
shotgun. Can’t get lost.
My daughters watch the
Gilmour Girls non-stop, wishing
I were Lorelei.
Oprah and Barack
sit in a tree, campaign for
the Presidency.
I really should start
dinner. But husband’s gone, so
I’ll just blog and starve.
If every meal
were cereal, we’d all have
more hours in the day.
Brine, barbecue, deep
fry, roast, smoke? How many ways
can you do one Tom?
If you clear out the
fridge for the turkey, then where’s
the other food go?
A-Depp-t cult classic
fairy tale, gothic icon
all rolled into one.
Too many carbs. Need
tea, coffee, power drink. No
rest for the weary.