Saturday, April 12, 2008

I'm out of breath, so you're getting a haiku.

Nineteen years married,
Ten years in Newtopia,
One hour treadmill.

6 comments:

  1. Thanks for the shout-out on the Baltimore Sun blog the other day!

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  2. Congratulations,
    Very good,
    Have a drink.

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  3. Congratulations on all of it, dear.
    I'm toasting you.

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  4. We hit 18 on the 9th of this month. And I should have done the treadmill... especially after the hefty whisky sours trying to masquerade as light whisky lemonade.

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  5. Congrats!

    I'll toast you with one of those lo-cal Gatorades.

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  6. That is so very cool. The first line that is. The second I hope is good and the third, while necessary, really sucks.

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xxx, Poppy.