I should've known better about the pumpkins. Putting them on my front steps in Athens was a very bad idea on Halloween. After we returned from the uptown revelry (which wasn't all that boisterous), the spooky tree and skull were still safe and sound - at about 2am. No worries, I thought - if they've lasted this long, they'll make it. But when we woke to go to the Presb, the steps were bare and Brandon had to shield my eyes as we drove past the piles of pulp on the corner of Walker and First.
I'm sorry about this page - it seems my screen settings at work are all messed up, and the colors appear normal and pleasant; yet, when I viewed this blog on a computer at Alden Library, I realized it's actually quite hideous. Yep, I apologize.
Yesterday will go down in history at GluttonFest 2007. (It will also be known as my first wedding anniversary). To celebrate, we visited the Gator yet again for some serious protein: Brandon consumed more than a pound of steak. I made the mistake of ordering a chicken, rice and garbanzo bean soup on top of my entree, and the rest is pain.
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t-rock (that's you!), your blog is beautiful. though, sometimes the orange makes my retinas bleed...
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