Wednesday, July 18, 2007


At tennis match last night:

My partner: You guys are going to think I'm crazy, but I keep smelling birthday cake.

Me: It's my armpits.

Partner: Ha, ha. No, really. I keep getting definite whiffs of cake. Like a bakery.

Me: Seriously, armpits. Secret Platinum Vanilla Chai. A little cake with every serve or overhead shot. It's nice. You should try it.

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