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We *may* have spent part of the day yesterday (when the ice giant Ymir visited Albany and bedecked the land with a frosty dollop, leaving us trapped inside, huddling together for warmth) unwrapping Christmas presents early.  We did this because (a) it doesn’t make much sense to drag everything down with us to Rhode Island, [...]

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The Big Oh-One

Happy Birthday, Prudence!

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Halloween has come and gone, and Dwyeropolis is still laden-down with sweet, sweet candy.  We may have slightly overestimated the number of trick-or-treaters who would brighten (or darken?) our lintel.  And by “slightly”, I mean “by an order of magnitude”.  So, the bleak loneliness of my existence has been laid bare.  But on the plus [...]

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We have arrived in Rensselaer.  At the moment we’re just hanging out, waiting for the movers to catch up to us.  Cal is very fond of having an almost entirely carpeted living space, though his feelings towards the two flights of stairs are somewhat more mixed (as mine will no doubt be soon, once you-know-who [...]

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…but Texas wants her anyway.
Ready to depart for Pru’s first ever-trip to Texas.  It will be a three-way reunion:  Sarah’s 10th high school reunion, a Horney family reunion, and my long-awaited reunion with Whataburger.
Are we excited?

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Pru Poll

Does Pru look more like her mom or her dad here? Anyone?
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Some Independence Day fun:

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Watch out Williamsburg:  there’s a new hipster in town, and she’s armed with an appropriately vintage hoodie (and a love of the oeuvre of Wes Anderson):

The hoodie in question used to be Sarah’s from when she was a baby:

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In case you weren’t aware of it, there is a lot of fun (and insanity!) to be had here, here and here.  If I didn’t have a baby, you now know what I’d be doing during the long days in Yankeeland.

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Seymour Skinner:

Superintendent, I hope you’re ready for mouth-watering hamburgers.

Superintendent Chalmers:

I thought we were having steamed clams.

Seymour Skinner:

Oh, no, I said steamed hams. That’s what I call hamburgers.

Superintendent Chalmers:

You call hamburgers steamed hams?

Seymour Skinner:

Yes, it’s a regional dialect.

Superintendent Chalmers:

Uh-huh. What region?

Seymour Skinner:

Uhh … Upstate New York.

Superintendent Chalmers:

Really? Well, I’m from Utica, and I’ve never heard anyone [...]

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