Clair de Talune

It is Friday night and we are having a big old giant snowstorm here with maybe even a foot of snow, so I am composing Saturday’s post in case we get snowed to death and at least you can hear from me one last time. From the grave. Because I’m sure it matters to you to hear from me one last time.

I am absolutely exhausted. Is what I am. I think I am drained from my job interview. Although it was not a bad, stressy interview, actually. I immediately felt comfortable there. They will do second interviews next week, so I guess if I am sitting there, you know, NEXT WEEK, I will know I am still in the running.


When I got home, other than the 239457532759594 messages from people saying, “How was your interview?” there was also my newest statistics textbook awaiting me, which it turns out needs a whole different style guide with which to proof it. Which means I had to go to Barnes & $%#&%%@ Noble and did I mention we are having a snowstorm?


Fortunately I got reimbursed for said style guide, which is delightful and which hadn’t occurred to me would happen. But when the publishing company left me a note saying, “Oh by the way, this particular book uses the MLA Handbook” and I called them and said, “Hey! Here’s a thought! Should I maybe, I don’t know, OWN the MLA Handbook, then?” they said, “Oh, wow, yeah, you probably should. Go buy it at Barnes & &$#%@#& Noble and we’ll reimburse you.”


So there you go. And here’s a question. Can you answer it for me? Why is Barnes & @$#%@# Noble always so ding-dang crowded? I mean, it is ALWAYS packed. Are people that into reading? What?


My point is, after dashing home through the 75 million rapidly accumulating snowflakes, I started proofreading, only to discover there were two page 73s, which is, you know, NOT GOOD, and which will, you know, NOT BODE WELL for proofreading the index, I was suddenly so overcome with a stunning exhaustion, it was like the Wicked Witch had put a poppy field right there in my living room. So I only proofed for an hour and a half today. After die die dying for work for three weeks.


Hate me.


In other news, Tallulah loves Clair de Lune. Do I have any idea why? No. We were playing it tonight, and she sat right down on the floor, like the Sphinx, and moved her ears around, listening. I’ve never seen her act like that. Clair de Talune.


Finally, thank you all for participating in my project the other day, where I asked you to take pictures of what you were doing at 7:57 p.m. So many people who DO NOT have blogs sent me photos of what they were up to at 7:57! It was fun to see everyone’s inner workings. And pets. You know I am all up in your pets.


Also too, I have new pictures of faithful readers and their Bye Bye, Pie wares.


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Faithful Reader and Constant Commentor and Republican Hulk sent me this lovely photo. Note he had to include his politically incorrect tattoo. By the way, I was watching a Barry Gibb video recently, as I am wont to do, and I noticed he was wearing a hat with this same politically incorrect Indian on it, which made me phone Hulk, which resulted in Hulk saying, “I LOVE Barry Gibb!” So there you go.


Hulk was one of the unbloggers who sent photos of what he was doing at 7:57 the other night and those of you familiar with Hulk will be stunned to hear he was at a sporting event.


Jill Faithful Reader and always-funny-when-she-comments Jill Munroe sent this artistic shot, and when I say “artistic” I am of course referring to her fine Bye Bye, Pie t shirt. I am hankering for the brown-long-sleeve-with-the-old-design one, myself, and have not bought it because have I mentioned I have had no work for three weeks? Have I mentioned I finally got work today and then became a delicate flower after an hour and a half?


Joannpic Faithful Drunk Joann put this picture on her blog when she participated in the take-photos-at-7:57 thingamajig, and I like how she manages to be a total raging alcoholic while wearing pearls.


You too can be an addict. How about you buy way too many of June’s products, you shopaholic, you? Because have I mentioned apparently June can only put in an hour and a half of work a day now?


Lazy living-off-the-system June and her classical-music-loving dog will catch you later. Unless they die from snow. Oh! And I awarded Sugar Mommy comment of the week earlier this week, and she retains the honor because she is still funny and I am tired. Click on This Week’s Special to see it.


Oh my God, I will never shut the hell up. One LAST thing. For some bizarre reason, I had a ton of readers this month. More than I have ever had. So thank you, readers! I do not know why you all hate yourselves so, reading this drivel, but keep up the good masochism! And speaking of masochism, really going to stop now.

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Author: June

At one point, I was sort of hot, in a "she's 27 and probably a 7" kind of a way. Now I'm old and have to develop a charming personality. Guess how that's going.

74 thoughts on “Clair de Talune”

  1. I sent everyone over from my place to read about Anne Frank. So that accounts for at least 5 of the new readers, anyway.
    And is anyone else bothered by Steve Jobs’s demo of the IPad book reader? You know, where you see the bookshelf, and then it swings around to present the IBooks Store? Because, being Jewish and having been raised on the Anne Frank story, when that bookshelf swung around I expected to see a frightened Jewish family hiding back there.
    Doesn’t Steve Jobs have any Jewish people on his advisory board?

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  2. I like to go to B & N because it always smells like coffee and it reminds me of my mom, who is dead but loved books when she wasn’t dead.
    I have 4 dogs at my feet (not sure why they never sit with my husband and Lord I can’t even pee alone)and when I followed your link, their ears were twitching so I think they like the high notes. Or maybe they don’t.
    I like the song though and I did even before Twilight.
    We are drowning in snow (is that even possible?) as well so if you live and I live I will be reading this again tomorrow.

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  3. Oh, gosh, how I love seeing myself drinking scotch on your blog wearing pearls!!!!
    Here’s the thing. I’m sending good thoughts your way. I never, ever want to offend anyone and I know that you’re not so much into the Christianity and I completely respect that and I never say I’ll pray for you, because I don’t want to offend you…but, I do, pray for you a little bit as I’m drinking my Dewars out of my Bye Bye Pie mug. And I just wish you all the positive thoughts and blessings flowing your way, so that your Barry Gibb song proof-reading gig will come through.
    On another note, perhaps we writing people shouldn’t be too pissed off at all the people buying books at the Barnes and Noble. I’m just sayin’.

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  4. Joann, is that your house?? I would really like to visit and see the rest. The other option is that you take your mug on the road with you…and your scotch.
    I suppose I could go check out your blog and find out…..
    June, better luck on the statistics book today. Please open your books to page 73, takes on a whole new meaning.
    Hulk, it takes a lot for Chief Wahoo to keep smiling these days I would think.

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  5. Hey, hey there Steve, low blow on the Chief. Has he ever done anything to you? We’re being generous and giving someone else a chance. I think the Chief will be celebrating soon my friend. Hey Hulk, help me out here.
    June, were the Interviewers wowed by your outfit? What will you wear for your second interview? And too, telepathic rays of good thoughts for the second interview.

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  6. Yeah, Steve…’cause the Reds have been SUCH a dominant force in recent years…
    Yes Anonymous, I may be skewing Junie’s stats. Whaddya mean it isn’t all about me?? Don’t you know how many people are CRUSHING on me here? Sheesh…

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  7. Steve, yeah, that’s my humble abode. Luckily we built before the housing market sailed into the sky and then came crashing down. I did not intend to slight you in any way with my sign. In fact I find Target guys to be super hot, so you know I’ve still got those Thursdays open….
    Thanks everybody for all your kind comments on my blog. I really do enjoy our little group here. And yes, Annoyed Anonymously, I always think the same thing! Am I the only one coming back here a hundred times a day to keep up with the party? My kids think it’s sad that I have imaginary friends. Damn kids.
    Totally off subject, June how’s the Shark working? I’m thinking of running up to Costco today to get one. You know, after I pray for you some more.

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  8. Hulk, it’s great that you can get Hulkette to go to sports events with you. The pro teams around here have been so bad for so long, that my son does not share my enthusiasm. Mr. Red has nothing to say wahoo about either.
    I was worried for a second that I somehow offended faithful reader The Chief. Does he/she drink Starbucks?

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  9. Joann… Tell your kids that if you weren’t busy running them around, cleaning up after them and working to pay for all of the stuff they want you would have time, energy and money to make and meet up with “real” friends.
    That’s what I tell my kids when I talk about the commenters on the blog and they get that “mom’s lost it, she’s talking about all of her ‘friends’ she thinks she has” look on their faces.

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  10. Stevo-Hulkette does enjoy going to sporting events with me. Now granted, she doesn’t really actually WATCH the games, but she yells for free t-shirts, screams when the scoreboard tells her to scream, and almost like clockwork spills her pop and popcorn within 5 minutes of purchase.
    You never have to worry about offending me, my man. Unless you take my free Thursdays with Joann away, you RAT BASTARD!!

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  11. “Chatting” with June’s posse here makes my day! I call you guys my “screenies” when I talk about you to share the great and the funny.
    I hope I didn’t just admit having a sad and pitiful existence.

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  12. “Chatting” with June’s posse here makes my day! I call you guys my “screenies” when I talk about you to share the great and the funny.
    I hope I didn’t just admit having a sad and pitiful existence.

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  13. “Chatting” with June’s posse here makes my day! I call you guys my “screenies” when I talk about you to share the great and the funny.
    I hope I didn’t just admit having a sad and pitiful existence.

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  14. Hulkster, my poor shooter-Hooter guy has no one who’s really interested in attending sporting events with him since he lives in a houseful of girls. One of the girls is designated as the sporting event girl. She’s the same way. She goes for the popcorn and soda and to see if she can milk Dad out of anything. In the Deep South, we call it soda. When I was a midwestern girl I called it pop.
    Jan, I tell them that constantly and they still give me that “Mom’s lost it” look. It must be universal in kids, the look and the, “I don’t think the world revolves around me, I EXPECT it to revolve around me at all times” attitude. At least my blog friends don’t come over and make a mess in the house and carry on way too loudly. I’ve never had to tell a single one of my blog friends to pipe down or throw away their trash.
    I’m so excited!!! My hubby’s gone off to buy me a Shark. I can not wait to use it! How sad is my life.
    And boys, no use squabbling, I’ll see if I can get the Hubby to join another shooting club, one that meets on Tuesdays, too. Dear Lord, I’m going to be tired.

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  15. Hey Paula, H&B! Thanks for your kind comments on my blog. I commented back to your question, but just in case you didn’t see it, I thought I’d come here and answer your question, since June’s party is always the best in town. Sorry June, for using your blog, but I didn’t want Paula to think I was rude and ignoring her.
    The puppies are Labradoodles, F1B’s. I don’t mean to make anyone mad, especially the lovely June, but we have to have super hypo-allergenic dogs in our house, since my oldest girl is highly, highly allergic to dogs and a million other things. And life without a dog, is just not life in my humble opinion.
    And that garage? It is the ONLY thing my hubby seems to be able to manage to keep clean. He still has yet to figure out where the hamper is.

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  16. Thanks, Joann TPWD, I did see your answer on your blog, but I didn’t ask what a F1B is. And I’ll repeat what I said because I know June would like it: There is, I think, a Labradoodle that lives down the street from me. His name is Homer and he wears a bandanna.
    Actually, you wouldn’t believe the dogs’ outfits around here. There is a Corgi that has TWO winter coats AND boots. (WTH? A Corgi is all fur anyway.) And a little black fuzzy dog that has a shearling coat with matching hat and a trench coat when it rains. And NO I do not live near a loony bin that allows pets. (And I’m moving soon anyway.)

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  17. Thanks, Joann TPWD, I did see your answer on your blog, but I didn’t ask what a F1B is. And I’ll repeat what I said because I know June would like it: There is, I think, a Labradoodle that lives down the street from me. His name is Homer and he wears a bandanna.
    Actually, you wouldn’t believe the dogs’ outfits around here. There is a Corgi that has TWO winter coats AND boots. (WTH? A Corgi is all fur anyway.) And a little black fuzzy dog that has a shearling coat with matching hat and a trench coat when it rains. And NO I do not live near a loony bin that allows pets. (And I’m moving soon anyway.)

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  18. Thanks, Joann TPWD, I did see your answer on your blog, but I didn’t ask what a F1B is. And I’ll repeat what I said because I know June would like it: There is, I think, a Labradoodle that lives down the street from me. His name is Homer and he wears a bandanna.
    Actually, you wouldn’t believe the dogs’ outfits around here. There is a Corgi that has TWO winter coats AND boots. (WTH? A Corgi is all fur anyway.) And a little black fuzzy dog that has a shearling coat with matching hat and a trench coat when it rains. And NO I do not live near a loony bin that allows pets. (And I’m moving soon anyway.)

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  19. Thanks to men’s basketball, coaching the girls team and cursed running at our local fitness center, Hulk is getting less-hulky by the day. Hulk is also eating less, and eating better. But he will NOT give up his beer. A single guy has to keep an eye on his figure…
    And he doesn’t drink it for the taste, either…

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  20. Paula, H&B, My dogs are dawgs. Dawgs hate clothing of any kind. My girls have bought clothing for them before and when you put the cute things on them, they sink to the ground and roll around trying to get them off and they act all depressed until we’re done laughing and take them off of them. My Bella wore the pads off her feet once, because she was chasing the kids around the driveway on their scooters for an entire afternoon. When I took her to the vet, he gave her some cream and told me I could buy her dog shoes for running! Dog shoes! I don’t want to turn my dawg suicidal!
    Terraplane, I will drink to THAT!!!!
    And Suburban Correspondent, I take Jewish people, seriously. I have to. My sister became one of your people. Does that make her a transferred Jew? She married a Jewish man and now has two gorgeous Jewish American Princesses. Truly. They’re in their Disney Princess dresses all the time.They like to come to my house because Santa visits me, and in my house, Santa doesn’t forget the Chosen Race.

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  21. Suburban, when your blog site was still loading, I was very excited at the prospect that you looked just like Jennifer Garner (secret crush). Your friend may have found me hiding in your bathroom. BTW, are you supposed to be working today-the Sabbath?
    Joann, I am pretty sure Hulk was talking about his beer, not himself (tastes great, less filling). 😉

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  22. So… probably a ridiculous question… but… (I don’t know what is going on with me and the ellipses) why don’t they just send you the appropriate style guide with the book they want you to proofread?

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  23. Ok, there is just TOO MUCH here to comment on today! I love it.
    So I will be brief:
    1. Hulk, come on. Terra is right. Lite beer? In a can? I love you but that is something I just can’t do. Be more discriminating.
    2. Joann, I also love some scotch, but I like those single malts, preferably Lagavulin. If you skype, we could drink our scotch out of our BBP mugs together sometime.
    3. Suburban – you are hilarious!
    4. June – see what you have done? You have created great online friendships. You are like the next Desmond Tutu, aren’t you? You little world peace maker! : )

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  24. Ok, there is just TOO MUCH here to comment on today! I love it.
    So I will be brief:
    1. Hulk, come on. Terra is right. Lite beer? In a can? I love you but that is something I just can’t do. Be more discriminating.
    2. Joann, I also love some scotch, but I like those single malts, preferably Lagavulin. If you skype, we could drink our scotch out of our BBP mugs together sometime.
    3. Suburban – you are hilarious!
    4. June – see what you have done? You have created great online friendships. You are like the next Desmond Tutu, aren’t you? You little world peace maker! : )

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  25. Ok, there is just TOO MUCH here to comment on today! I love it.
    So I will be brief:
    1. Hulk, come on. Terra is right. Lite beer? In a can? I love you but that is something I just can’t do. Be more discriminating.
    2. Joann, I also love some scotch, but I like those single malts, preferably Lagavulin. If you skype, we could drink our scotch out of our BBP mugs together sometime.
    3. Suburban – you are hilarious!
    4. June – see what you have done? You have created great online friendships. You are like the next Desmond Tutu, aren’t you? You little world peace maker! : )

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  26. Hey! I’m gone for a while and everyone’s dissing beer brands and dog ensembles? I vote only for the darkest chewiest beer available and Zali’s extensive wardrobe of sweaters and yes, a green shearling corduroy coat that he just had on while he was out modeling for my blog.
    I have to get back to Zali now who is whining because I removed his coat. Yes, we both have issues. He was whining earlier for some wine, but that’s another story.
    And y’all all are imaginary? I made you up? Wow, I’m good.

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  27. Hey! I’m gone for a while and everyone’s dissing beer brands and dog ensembles? I vote only for the darkest chewiest beer available and Zali’s extensive wardrobe of sweaters and yes, a green shearling corduroy coat that he just had on while he was out modeling for my blog.
    I have to get back to Zali now who is whining because I removed his coat. Yes, we both have issues. He was whining earlier for some wine, but that’s another story.
    And y’all all are imaginary? I made you up? Wow, I’m good.

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  28. Hey! I’m gone for a while and everyone’s dissing beer brands and dog ensembles? I vote only for the darkest chewiest beer available and Zali’s extensive wardrobe of sweaters and yes, a green shearling corduroy coat that he just had on while he was out modeling for my blog.
    I have to get back to Zali now who is whining because I removed his coat. Yes, we both have issues. He was whining earlier for some wine, but that’s another story.
    And y’all all are imaginary? I made you up? Wow, I’m good.

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  29. The Chief, who doesn't like coffee (Starbucks or other) but shhhh -- don't tell anyone or they will throw me out of Seattle says:

    I’m not related to Wahoo, so I wasn’t even paying attention. I am amused, however, that people here often don’t know/remember if I am male or female. The same thing used to happen in person from time to time, but has stopped now that I have let my hair just be grey. Apparently with grey hair I am clearly female and with brown hair I’m Pat.

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  30. I wanted to do the 7:57 thing, but I was at a play rehearsal at 7:57 that night, and it was not going well, and I figured it would go even less well if I stopped acting to go get my camera and start taking pictures of everyone.

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  31. I own one rough dog, hah, and one petite dog. Just today my very brawny, very gruff SO declared Trixie needed something to protect her little paws from the ice. Guess who took his lumberjack self to browse the shelves of the pet store to buy Trixie her snow booties? Unfortunately they don’t fit, but his heart was in the right place.

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  32. Hey June, you made the Weather Channel! Well, not you personally, but they were reporting from Greensboro where you, apparently, are being inundated with snow, sleet, and what have you. I hope you are warm and safe and thoroughly enjoying proofreading your newest statistics textbook.

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  33. I have to admit, re: dog clothes, that there is a wee Chihuahua (redundant. sue me.) that comes in to my [work], named Happy. Last time Happy was wearing a pink hoodie and a puffy vest! Could you DIE? And bling on her collar, of course. But that’s a tiny dog that is always cold. Small dogs (my opinion only) can get away with wearing clothes.
    Simon (my snooty cat) has two bow ties, a red one and a black one. Not that his social calendar demands them; sitting in the window chirring at the birds is generally a casual event.

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  34. I have to admit, re: dog clothes, that there is a wee Chihuahua (redundant. sue me.) that comes in to my [work], named Happy. Last time Happy was wearing a pink hoodie and a puffy vest! Could you DIE? And bling on her collar, of course. But that’s a tiny dog that is always cold. Small dogs (my opinion only) can get away with wearing clothes.
    Simon (my snooty cat) has two bow ties, a red one and a black one. Not that his social calendar demands them; sitting in the window chirring at the birds is generally a casual event.

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  35. I have to admit, re: dog clothes, that there is a wee Chihuahua (redundant. sue me.) that comes in to my [work], named Happy. Last time Happy was wearing a pink hoodie and a puffy vest! Could you DIE? And bling on her collar, of course. But that’s a tiny dog that is always cold. Small dogs (my opinion only) can get away with wearing clothes.
    Simon (my snooty cat) has two bow ties, a red one and a black one. Not that his social calendar demands them; sitting in the window chirring at the birds is generally a casual event.

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  36. I think dogs in clothes are cute. One of my co-workers has a black lab named Sophie that wears a pink raincoat when it rains.
    I get to see all types of dog ensembles at work (animal hospital). My favorite is a chihuahua named Missy who wears a t-shirt that says “Bad To The Bone” in pink rhinestones.
    Cats in clothes: not cute but hilarious. My cat Turtle has a pumpkin costume. When I put it on her she stands still and then falls over.

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  37. Oh my gosher, Joanna, that is hysterical! I wish my dawg would wear clothes. She just hates them so much, just like she hates smelling like anything but the patches of dog crap she rolls around in.
    I guess it’s your name, Chief that throws us off. *Snort* You’re Pat. That’s gonna make me giggle all day.
    Furry Godmother, I too like my beer chewy and I thought I was the only one who described it like that. Shooter/Hooter Hubby has a taste for the wheat beers with a little lemon. I, actually, prefer wine over anything, but not the boxed kind.

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  38. So thankful to see the rest of you share about the importance of our “screenie” relationships. NO ONE ELSE UNDERSTANDS. I try to share the hilarious conversations we have on here, and eyes start to glaze over. I think anytime you talk about interweb friendships people automatically assume you’re going to run off with someone from Borneo and forget your family.

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  39. This is hilarious! I’m so glad to know that I’m not the only one that gets a strange look when I talk about my blog friends and all the screenies.
    BTW, soda/pop is Coke in the really deep south, as in Atlanta where Coke originated. If you want soda/pop we always order a “Coke”.

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  40. In New York, we get pissy if we order a Coke and we’re told they only carry Pepsi and is that ok? NO IT IS NOT OK.

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  41. In New York, we get pissy if we order a Coke and we’re told they only carry Pepsi and is that ok? NO IT IS NOT OK.

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  42. In New York, we get pissy if we order a Coke and we’re told they only carry Pepsi and is that ok? NO IT IS NOT OK.

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  43. Can I just say I’m so happy reading your blog & comments? Since I just moved to Ohio from Detroit (bleh), I’m feeling very out of place, and at least my Bye, Bye Pie has been a constant. Even if I can only get to reading about once or twice a week. Thanks for keeping something familiar going on.
    Good luck on the job!

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  44. Joanna @ the casa: me too!! My Ohio husband is trying to brainwash our daughter to say “soda pop”. Ugh.

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  45. Oh for crying out loud, it’s called pop. I am SO tired of these “Soda” snobs thinking they are better than us. It’s POP, OK??? “Soda” is what you put in a glass with gin or vodka…”pop” is pop. Coke, Pepsi, RC, whatever…pop is pop.
    Go Tribe.
    Still luv ya’ll tho…

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  46. Ya know, as I re-read that last post, I think I better ask…did everyone see that I was using Sarcasm font there?

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