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If you’ve ever seen “Mean Girls,” you’re familiar with the phrase “word vomit.” Not a pretty phrase, to be sure, but a very graphic and accurately descriptive one. Now, I wasn’t feeling sick today but there were a few times today that I had to swallow back the sour tricklings of inappropriate conversation and frustrated ire. It always hits me at lunch time while ringing through the line of hurried diners. But you’ve heard this all before. I wasn’t going to start swearing at anyone or anything like that, but sometimes you feel like throwing change and grasping the card scanner to your chest to protect it from the spankings of 3″ thick wallets, you know? No wonder your lunch card isn’t getting read…(I’m not an angry person, I swear)

A while ago I promised you pictures, and here a few photos of a picnic outing Z and I took at, where else, Picnic Point.

I was really trying to take a picture of Blue fetching sticks in Lake Mendota(), but I have terribly artistic aim. Heh.

Ok, scratch the photoS. I really only have that one worthwhile photo. I really am trying to get better at documenting my life in pictures, but I’m taking it one little picture at a time. The leaves are changing up here, though, so there should be plenty of opportune times to snap a little something and tell you all about it. If you’re really jonesing for more ocular enjoyment, maybe I can humor you at another time.