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January 28, 2005



I'm sad. There's no way I'm gonna get a Meyer lemon in Denmark and I want one. No, make that 12! Tee-hee! Guess I just have to come to US soon!


It was a treat to be your Meyer Lemon mule, but it will be more of a treat to taste some Meyer Lemon tarts. As for you ZarahMaria in Denmark, you might try some of Julie's method for getting the lemons--as I recall there were some winning smiles, eyelash flutterings and some "I would be so berry erry gwateful if some big manly man would do a favor for itty bitty me." involved--but you can ask her about it.


For the record Zarah, this is slander...and on the part of one of my treasured colleagues. Off the record, well, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And Zarah, if you do come to the states, we will ply you with Meyer Lemons and other goodies too, trust me.


Well that just sounds jolly good! *bats her eyelashes and twirls her hair*

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