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June 1, 2010. Day 1 of the rest of my life. Just like every other day, really.
But today I took a knife skills class. There in Sur la Table, I was as smiley as a 6-year-old in FAO Schwarz. But, as most adults deal with extreme emotion, I had to work to squelch any sign of excitement lest the instructor think I was laughing at him.
Shouldn't we always strive to find our own FAO Schwarz, pray tell?But today I took a knife skills class. There in Sur la Table, I was as smiley as a 6-year-old in FAO Schwarz. But, as most adults deal with extreme emotion, I had to work to squelch any sign of excitement lest the instructor think I was laughing at him.
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