Matt and I took the TRAX to the antique mall to shop for birthday presents for Tasha and Catie. (And we were so successful. Matt got Tasha a picnic basket and a stoneware mug that reads "Some Girls are Ox-eyed. Some are Peroxide." I got her a picnic blanket. And for Catie, something silver and pounded (for rice), and glasses with astrological wisdom of the cataloging variety.)
Dawn passed her exams and Tim successfully defended his dissertation, a book of poems called The Goodbye Town, so they had a celebratory barbecue.
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