MO IS IN MOROCCO

Salud, Kids!

The holidays are sort of over. I mean here we sit at January 2, already. Where has the year gone?

Seriously, the holidays were sublime in South Florida, but now I sit here watching my dog snore and ponder all things 2012.

Well, not that deeply...you know, Mayans and all.

Nah, I detest reflecting on the old year. I mean, what's done is done, right? Let it go already.

Emerson said it perfectly..."You've done all you can do with the day (substitute year)...move on (I'm paraphrasing, naturally).

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Letting no grass under their British Soles...Brian and Mo.

You know them.

They reside in Bath, UK (and frequently contribute to IU), and tried to teach us stuff (a scone is a scone by any name) on the Queen Victoria a few months back. They tolerate my zany Anglo-Philean (is that a word?) obsession and are quite gracious.

However, I am digressing here (what else is new?).

Mo and Bri (I just HAD to abbreviate Brian, it just goes SO well with Mo, don't ya think?) are world-tripping to Morocco. You heard me.

Go on, be jealous. I am.

Morocco (see above snap to be really, really jealous).

Sounds so exotic.

IS exotic.

Here in South Florida?

Well, we went to Starbucks today with the top down on the car.

Exotic!

Go on. Be jealous.

Happy New Year, kids!

Jump in. Even if you can't go to Morocco or Starbucks with the top down.

See ya 'round the beaches-real or virtual.
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