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@Drew Espinosa 's glitter nukes have disrupted the barometric patterns in the U.S.

Hey, Marty! Sounds like a productive day. I only did some laundry and a bit of writing. The rest of the day was spent bingeing NCIS on Netflix.

OMG! It really is a Magic Kingdom!

Hey, Gary. Hey, Clo.

Hey, Albert.

I've always been a "go-getter" when it comes to romance. If I see an opportunity, I take it, more often than not. The only opportunity I can think of that I "missed" was a little fellow named Colton who worked at a tiny cafe called Morsels. In my junior year of high school, I used to enjoy going into the shop on rainy weekends and reading a book in one of the armchairs. Curly brown hair, dark brown eyes, freckles on his nose, with dimples on his cheeks when he smiled, which was often....Colton was a good kid. Really friendly, easy to talk to. He was good at taking orders for food and drinks. I remember, on Valentine's Day, he came to see me on his lunch break with a present he'd baked himself. I wasn't dating anyone at the time. As I recall, the chocolate lava cake molded like a heart was sweet, but the little kiss he gave me was sweeter. I only saw him there for about two years, and then he moved on. I haven't been to Morsels in years, nor thought about Colton again, until now. Now, I wonder what might have happened if we had carried our relationship beyond that little kiss on a cold, rainy Valentine's Day.

Hey, Buckie. Hey, Gary. How's Falkor? And Cookie?

We made Salisbury steak with mashed redskin potatoes and roasted broccoli.

Hey, Bertie.

@Comicality Apparently, Ruel is good at using his fingers. He killed it on that guitar!

Hey, Marty.

And the boys can go sans swimsuits? 😀 Hey, Xander, Dennis, Jordan, and Ash! *waves to the foster kids* Nope, the alcohol is denatured as it cooks. 3/4 of a cup of Guinness isn't enough to get drunk on, anyway. Nor is 2 tablespoons of Irish Cream in the frosting. I believe that's an Ocelot, not a leopard.

Hey, Albert.

Liquor, by Poppy Z. Brite. New Orleans natives Rickey and G-man are lifetime friends and down-and-out line cooks desperate to make a quick buck. When Rickey concocts the idea of opening a restaurant in their alcohol-loving hometown where every dish packs a spirited punch, they know they're on their way to the bank. With some wheeling and dealing, a slew of great recipes, and a few lucky breaks, Rickey and G-man are soon on their way to opening Liquor, their very own restaurant. But first they need to pacify a local crank who doesn't want to see his neighborhood disturbed, sidestep Rickey's deranged ex-boss, rein in their big-mouth silent partner before he runs amok, and stay afloat in a stew of corruption in a town well known for its bottom feeders. A manic, spicy romp through the kitchens, back alleys, dive bars, and drug deals of the country's most sublimely ridiculous city, author Poppy Z. Brite masterfully shakes equal parts ambition, scandal, filé powder, cocaine, and murder, and serves Liquor straight up, with a twist. It's actually #2 in a series, which I didn't realize until I went on Goodreads, because it reads as a stand-alone.

Glad you're home safe, BTW.

Sounds good. Dinner was balsamic pork chops with bacon, Brie, and pear risotto. Lemon-butter Brussels sprouts on the side. Now there's Guinness brownies with Bailey's Irish Cream frosting for dessert.

Does Steve ask you to bite?

That one song got me addicted to Allison Goldfrapp.

Good! I hate seeing girls in bikini swimwear walking around at the Cherry Festival in July. Once you leave the beach, it's just not appropriate attire. I've even seen families with little kids at the library, stopping to use the restrooms before going to the beach. Which is a whole SIX BLOCKS AWAY!

Unless it's by Albert, of course.

We're doing fine. Morgan and I watched Good Boys on DVD. Cute kids, but there's not enough soap in the world to wash out those mouths.

Poor Clo.

Hey, Tim. Hey, Marty!

Hey, Albert.

Hey, Xander, Dennis, Jordan, and Ash! *waves to the foster kids*