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Look, Dear…  I linked my blog to yours!  Isn’t that a nice present?

Tonight I took my wife to dinner in a loving pre-birthday celebratory fashion.  Supposedly, there was a new Italian restaurant in town, located in the venerable Holiday Inn.  Things didn’t go as planned.  I should have known something was up when we saw the chef come out of the kitchen, tear off his apron and walk briskly out the door.  It reminded me of that slow motion feeling I had when I hydroplaned into oncoming traffic during a rainstorm years ago.  You can read the gory details here: