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We saw Vicky Christina Barcelona last night, the new 

Woody Allen Lite movie.  He has most definitely 

lost his wit, his comedic edge. Paul found it dull, 

but I was, at least, entertained in a not-too-deep 

kind of way. Javier Bardem was dreamy to watch, 

even if his character was a tiresome stereotype of an artist.

And I'm really tired of those puffy lips on all the

female actors these days! 

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My potted (not pot) plants are really loving this heat,

although I fear these fully furred felines feel fussy.

As do I.

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One of Paul's Ireland pics made skull-a-day.

(Scroll down to the puddles.)

Story: we were cruising the bumpy back roads

of County Mayo one rainy July day when suddenly

Paul screeched to a halt. What the? 

"A skull! A skull!" He shouted. With Gaelic glee.

I was looking everywhere but the road,

but there it was, glaring up at us from the slick tarmac.

Boo!