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Tuesday, January 06, 2009
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8:30 AM
by Angie Schultz
Revenge of the Petits Fours: Diagnosis: GrossWords you don't want to hear from your doctor OR your petits fours: Strange people with freakishly long memories will recall that the previous petits fours series closed out on a similar medical note. Again, I'd like to thank the Swiss Colony for providing the petits fours -- "providing" in the sense that they sell them and we bought some. And, remember, this was all Niles's idea. I'd like to reassure you that this won't ever happen again, since we've pretty much run out of alphabetic petits fours, but I found that the Internet Anagram Server doesn't include abbreviations like "Mr." "Mrs." or "Ms." unless specifically directed, leading to the awful possibility of a whole new series, with entries like "Mrs. Creamy Shirt". My threat to you. Until then, may the Petty Force be with you! Labels: Too Much Time on My Hands
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