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Why how do you leave the house when you travel? Me? Why I set the kitchen on fire. You might remember that bit about satans microwave a few weeks ago? Well today it decided the minute I was nuking Reagan's bagel was far too short. Fast forward to "Beep Beep Beep" and billowing (yes, billowing) smoke in the kitchen. I had trouble finding the cause at first (yes, billowing) in the toxic plume. Grabbed the machine and out on the deck it goes. The house has a nice burnt to crap bagel mixed with poly-pro in the morning mix. Mel is gonna kill me. Luckily I have been lazy about putting a smoke detector back up and Mel moved it to the counter (a mere 4 feet from the microwave).

In other news, sports junky Mel, won her office basketball pool. And for the 4th year in a row, I lost mine...

Our weekend was great...hiking, biking, playing lacrosse...and then a big palm sunday celebration. Good times indeed.

Gosh I smell like smoke...

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