Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Luck, Barbara

Though I'm sure you did beautifully well in the interim. And I know what you mean about the general irritation running through these days. The cooks at work are wrecking meals, making a mess of things. I'm feeling either goofy, or so on edge that I want to tear things up. Some alcohol might help. Or not. I'll give you the post-game. See you and Jenny tomorrow.

Bob;-)

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