Sunday, August 10, 2008


My aunt is visiting from Pennsylvania and is staying with us for the next few days. To celebrate her arrival my uncle (her brother) took us all to linner (lunch/, you get the point). It was some sort of winged joint. Crazy Wing? No. Wing thing? No. Oh, Wing Street. I had to ask my mom. There were rolls of paper towels on the tables. It seems I ordered the wrong thing (a Caesar salad) because everyone else's dish seemed (and tasted; I walked around, sampling.) better than mine. 

At any rate, I feel the need to run a bit on the treadmill but there seems to be a line. 

I'm in the mood for activity. Maybe I can convince someone that we need to go for a stroll down the mainstreet. 

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