I think everyone's undermotivated these days. Except for the blond girl in the Birch Creek kitchen. Wears these low cut deals - I don't know how she gets away with it - and flirts shamelessly. Last night, while we were cleaning up the dining area, she said (and I swear I am not making this up) "Chase me, Bob, chase me." It was all very cute and unassuming, but does she ever have my number. Merry Christmas, Barbara, to you and yours.
Bob;-)
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