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September 15, 2009

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Christy

If you were dropping babka off at MY house you could call my husband and my pets ANY-THING you wanted.

Big Dot

But it must be a comfort that your neural glitches are so literary, surely?

3

Friend #2's dog was named Radley. How's the fever?

Caroline

And my husband's name is BrennOn. He wants to know why somebody who doesn't know us is dropping off baked goods at our house and whether it's safe to eat them. Once I said, "Honey, that's Ellen, of the tea parties!" he knew who you were and enjoyed your pasties.

It is yummy. I'm eating some right now. Thank you.

TheQueen

Christy - What if the babka were potentially contaminated with swine flu?
Big Dot - Well, yes, it is a comfort. God bless Friend 2 for the literary dog-naming.
3 - Damn and I knew that. Fever is high.
Caroline - enjoyed my pasties? Should I tell you what he was wearing when he opened the door?

Hot Mom

Friend #2's dog was named Radley.

Caroline

Wow. That was an excellent typo.

TheQueen

Hot Mom - yes, Marcia already established that above.
Caroline - Dodging the door-opening question.

Christy

The swine flu is just the flu. And I could stand to lose a few pounds in the next couple of weeks -- got any Babka left?

TheQueen

Christy - wait - you have Dierbergs access. Get your own babka!

Christy

Dierberg's access? In the CITY? The Dierbergs are afraid of the urban jungle and all I have are Schnuckses.

Christy

Plus, I'd really like to catch the swine flu.

TheQueen

Christy - Yeah, I was a little bummed I wasn't the first girl on the block with swine flu.

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