Email from Matt - working out the evening's plans:
We will fly to Italy fueled by the juice of three onions. We shall land in Tuscany, where we can snack on young parmesan. We will grab some wine, and burrow through the Earth's crust to deepest, darkest Africa. We will love green things, and taste bright colors. The spectrum will span from honey to molasses. We will evaporate into the ether and we will drink people's dreams like wine. There will be much rejoicing. There will be no pain.
Wet, Flappy, & Thoroughly Stewed
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If the kids ask, April just got a new bottle of shampoo.
**flap flap flap**
Take note, everyone: "Yoth!" is the new 40.
Be sure to adjust your birthday...

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