Some humor... finally...
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Last night before we drifted off to sleep, Kelli and I lay there reminiscing about our vacation in Spain in 1999. She was trying to recall the name of this great cheese we bought in Barcelona:
"It was... 'cavron'-something, right?"
(Pause for Spanish-speaking readers to laugh.)
"Cavron" happens to mean bastard, which isn't the name of the cheese we had. It was cabra rocinante, a bold, soft goat cheese.
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Friday is almost here. Whether Friday will find me HERE at Belo is another story. Currently, I hope not.
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