Tuesday, September 11, 2007

"Get Stella!"

I am not making this up: that's what Lisa shouted out the other day, for no apparent reason. I am beginning to think she has PG-rated Tourette's. Granted, we had seen, a few days previous to her outburst, a few minutes of A Streetcar Named Desire – you know, the film with Marlon Brando before he turned into an amorphous blob – so she already had Stella on the brain, but still. Very strange.

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