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[oakenguy]

Oooo, pollen season. We parked the car under the neighbor's tree, and when I came back the next day it was covered in a blanket of yellow powder. It was like Big Bird had been atomized right above the hood.

We're biking to work! I love biking with D, because she has wide fat tires that slow her down, so while she's peddling constantly I'm gliding along feeling like a pretty pretty swan! (A tough, urban, masculine one, that is. *cough*) And I still arrive to work under the illusion that I've exercised--why, this morning I bet I burnt, oh, *8* whole calories! Go me!

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[rantarn.livejournal.com]

Hey the cob (male swan, that is) in Trumpet of the Swan crashed through a plate glass window to get what he wanted. No one said you can't be graceful and tough. :)