Tuesday, April 20, 2004


Back from the beach where we watched our pooch gambol in the bay, retrieving a Water Kong like the Amazon girl dog she is. We partook of IHOP food from a Jersey IHOP that feels like the center of town, and maybe is. A waitress who was going off her shift complained to another waitress that she was going to get her nails done. Why complain? I asked. Well, the waitress explained, she gets her nails done at the request of her husband, and this is after an eight-hour shift. She takes the kids with her, all three of them. Doesn't sound exactly like the Spa Lady experience we're supposed to have as we sit still and are lacquered.


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