Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Perfect Morning for Wodehouse

I spent yesterday driving all over the state (well not all over but it felt that way) taking care of mom's legal affairs and then visiting mom at the nursing home. She has no idea who I am anymore, but I still visit.

This morning, it just feels like the perfect morning for another Random P G Wodehouse quote:

From the hills of Fairyland, soft music came. Or, if we must be exact, Maud spoke.

'nuff said.


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