Ah, the smell of eggs benedict and African coffee in the morning. Smells like victory.In a few minutes, I will take Heather to Sunday brunch. We will sit by the Potomac, eat eggs benedict and read the papers. I am running late, still in my robe, and no one is hurrying me.
On Turner Classic Movies, the “Glenn Miller Story” is just about to get to the sad part, but it has been a nice ride. I found a bit of African coffee that I forgot about and scooped it into the French press. The robusto, cut and lit, accompanies it perfectly.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Pajamas Putziness.
This is how our favorite brave soldier in the War on Terror, Dick Miniter, spends his free time:
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