We put in two rhododendrons and four Ponderosas, after the girls ate a donut that looked like a battle between a bottle of Nyquil and a bottle of Pepto-Bismol had transpired on top; nuclear blue vs. I-Dream-of-Jeannie pink.
Followed it all up with a pint o' Mirror Pond and the Miss Piggy at Flying Pie Pizza. Can't go wrong with smoked ham, Italian sausage, and pepperoni all smashed together on top of a pizza.
Less than 72 hrs from now we will be landing in Key West. I expect to be working through my first half-dozen rum runners in about 72 hrs, while listening to the Race Week participants tell stories at the village on Greene St.
Sunshine, c'mon!
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Ooh, maybe we get to meet Capt. Coutts, too.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2011/01/16/AR2011011602790.html
May you make it to Key West a half an hour before the devil knows you've left Oregon.
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