“So where is Geoffrey this weekend?” I’m out eating with some of my parent’s friends.
“Hiking.” It’s true.
“Ah, that’s what Gov. Sanford said!” Laughter.

But no, he came home last night dirty with the sniffles from spending the weekend in the mountains in below-freezing conditions.

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I was in the produce section of the grocery store yesterday loading my cart up with apples and bananas and strawberries and other yummy foods when a very large old man with crooked teeth and a wicked grin walks over to me.

“You’re eating far too healthy there,” he tells me.
“Ah, don’t worry,” I reply, “I plan to dip it all in chocolate and cheese.” I’m planning on having fondue for the evening.
“Good to hear there’s a little sin with all that health food,” he replies. He wanders off and I go back to my shopping. About a minute later he comes back over.
“Dark chocolate,” he tells me, winking, “that would make it healthy.”

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The circus is in town. I had managed to stay oblivious to the newspaper ads and tune out the radio ads, but the circus struck me full force when I walked by the Colosseum on my way to school. The entire building was vibrating to the beat of music I could not hear. I hurried away, worried that the building was about to explode from its outward vibration. I hope that really old concrete Colosseum engineering still holds up to modern sound production.