This just in:
Apparently the cute guy at The Fiddler's Hearth, whom we call The Waiter Who Walks Into Things (because he does), and regarding whom Marianne has told me, "You should totally date him...he's that goofy kind of guy you like," is the owner.
Well, then.
Friday, April 15, 2005
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