I was all set to have one kind of a day. Moping around, filling my ears with Brandy Carlilse. But then the sun got warm and in an inspired instant I switched over to the Jimmy Buffet station -- a little Eagles, and Skynyrd (but don't be hatin' on Neil Young), some racin' anticipation and suddenly it's a different world. Gonna roast some pork, devil some eggs and maybe eat some cheese from a can (just kidding, we don't do that except for
real special occasions) ... and I finally figured out what to do with this pile of limes.
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