9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for January 08, 2006

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"Oh, Lord...There's Isabel Florin...walking right in my path, staring straight at me. And she's already seen me looking at her staring at me..." "I can't look away now...And we can't just glare silently at each other like a couple of death heads." "How do I handle this? What if she says something? What do I say?" "Weasel face." "Skank." "There...Was that so difficult?"