Today we - the Dutch nation collectively, or at least the population of southern Utrecht - experienced a rare day of autumn brilliance. I biked to work this morning beside pastures, cast in gold and frost; along the lake, overlaid with leaves (brown and newly fallen); then up and over the white wooden bridge that spans the Crooked Rhine. To my
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Honestly. Who would want to be a trophy wife? Tropy wives don't have gnome troubles and gnome troubles entertain me. =)
You know, I'm still trying to bring my physical condition up to par with my intelligence. I started in junior high.
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