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I've always liked the underground walkway between terminals at O'Hare. The lights overhead are more attention-grabbing, but the walls are more interesting.
My cousin's cat had five kittens. One of them likes to hang out in a bowl, which is appropriate since its name is Cheesy Poof. Utterly irresistible.
For the price of my haircut, I let my hairdresser spend 30 minutes blow-drying my hair straight. (For those of you getting your hopes up, I did buy my usual bottle of B&B Curl Conscious on my way out.)
It was a fun game to watch until the score was 3-3. Hats off to Kipper, though, given a ridiculously lopsided shot count.
It's the middle Saturday of a business trip to the Bay Area, so to entertain myself I paid a visit to the redwoods in Big Basin.