Saturday, January 24, 2009
Let Her Eat Cake, Or, What My Friends Do on Saturdays
I suspect that Rosebud is enjoying chocolate cake for breakfast; that the Reluctant Solicitor is still enslumbered; that the Erstwhile Medievalist is plotting his entry into the ultralight backpacking world and enjoying the hour before we have to excavate the study; that the Aspiring Pediatrician is feeling guilty about not being in the lab; and that the Renaissance Ballerina is being poked from slumber by small children with clammy hands. I like having friends with funny names.
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No cake. Saving that for desert!
The perplexing thing about funny names (I have another friend who does this as well) is trying to decipher whether or not the author refers to you. It borders on egocentricity to ask: "Is that me?" You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you....
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