Saturday, May 10, 2008
A funny little story
I used to live in an old Victorian house that was split into four separate apartments. My neighbor across the hall, Dan, and I used to talk to each other through the walls. One morning I was having breakfast in my kitchen and Dan was out in the hallway doing stuff. I yelled, "Good morning" out to him. He asked what I was doing. I told him I was eating breakfast. He asked what I was having. I told him, "A bowl of Life" to which he replied, "Tracy, you are a bowl of Life." Hence the name of this blog.
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Well, that clears up my confusion over your blog name. You sound like an upbeat, high energy person, pleasant to be around and making everyone else's day better.
And... you ended up with Toast HOW, exactly????
(small joke at Joe's expense, not to be taken seriously or get offended at, YMMV, ask dealer for details)
You sound like an upbeat, high energy person, pleasant to be around and making everyone else's day better.
Based on our short visit in March, I'll attest to that. Very fun to be around, even in the midst of a nasty grain alcohol induced nauseous hangover.
you ended up with Toast HOW, exactly????
Try to imagine what I was like before Tracy. ;-)
I think all of us who've met Toast and Tracy can state that Toast married up.
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