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Good hair is an impossibility on a day when it's 97 degrees and raining. And anyway, you're not worrying about your hair; instead you're wondering, "When the hell did I move to Calcutta?"
06 August 2008 at 11:52 AM | Permalink
We'd take the rain. We're edging toward becoming Drought Central again.
06 August 2008 at 01:00 PM
you could have a monsoon wedding though. I'll birng the marigolds!
11 August 2008 at 07:18 PM
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