The other day I woke up with the phrase
"Hors d'oeuvres: tweets from the chef!"
repeating in my mind in a
we're-all-happy-aren't-we-kids
I'm wearing suspenders and some sort of plaid
desperately cheerful rollercoastery
sort of voice. There might even have
been a little soft shoe involved.
It was quite confusing.
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