My Dog is Chelsea

Someday, I will tell you about the time Ellie went to the all-you-can-eat BBQ joint in Colorado Springs, after she had already eaten an entire meal, and not only finished the sampler platter but actually ordered more pulled pork. The waitress was so impressed, she brought the chef out to see her empty plate.

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Quick note. It seems that some of the websites for organizations that are helping victims of the tsunami are having some trouble. I tried to donate to several, but their servers must not be working. So in the end, I used this one: Oxfam America. Their website is working well.
I feel the need to justify [...]

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I consider myself to be a pretty good eater. A good eater, according to my eaters-in-crime, Claire and Ellie, is someone who eats extra fries, holds the low-cal, and never leaves a scrap behind. When the three of us lived in Chicago, we spent a good majority of our free time traveling from gyro joint [...]

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I will post more later, but I just wanted to say that yesterday I found the toaster in the cleaning supply basket—between the Windex and the Ajax.

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A little subway etiquette would be nice.
Last night, as I was leaving the subway, carrying about eighty pounds of Christmas�gifts and�tired from a long day of sitting in my cubicle, a woman nearly pummeled me backwards down the stairs. She was moving against the flow of traffic—going down the stairs as the rush hour crowd [...]

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