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Jan. 17th, 2011
On NYE, I bought Someone a lobster because they wuz staying home while I wuz going out. Despite hearing that Someone did not eat lobster, the lobster ended up in pieces in a sauce pan, and then vanished to the second floor until a scrap cam back to the kitchen amongst comments about river shrimp having more meat. I just had a call from Someone saying that two lobster have begun the loong trek from Sun Market in St. Paul to Mpls like so many, many ducks have before. Like a candle burnt from both ends, I do not expect the visit to last long.