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  • [es-pree de less-ka/-iay] (idiom) A witty remark that occurs to you too late, literally on the way down the stairs. The Oxford Dictionary of Quotations defines esprit de l'escalier as, "An untranslatable phrase, the meaning of which is that one only thinks on one's way downstairs of the smart retort one might have made in the drawing room."

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August 29, 2007

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oh that last sentence had me laughing out loud! glad the move went (relatively) smoothly... good luck getting things unpacked/in storage! megxx

I can't believe you really did it. I can't believe you left Chicago. I can't believe you divorced Natasha. I can't, cannot, cannot cannot cannot believe how much change is prevading everyone's lives these days.

Congratulations, Claire, on your new beginning. I can't wait to see how you grow through this new challenge.

I too laughed at the last sentence.

I'm glad you made it to Ohio.

Let the new journey begin!!!!

NICE!

I'm glad that you got to keep Frank in the divorce but poor Natasha.... oh well - she's cool so she'll eventually find a cat of equal coolness.

Glad you got to Ohio safe and sound Claire... I guess you've taken moving back in with the folks to the nth degree! Wearing Mom's u-trou, huh? What's next!?!?!

Welcome home, fellow blue girl! Glad everything's working out for you.

Mom's are the best, aren't they?

I miss you, Claire! Your empty cube is staring at me. I think it just laughed. But I'm excited for you and your new/old life. AND i'm excited for Chicago trips to see Josh and Ohio trips to see...well, you'll just have to show me the sights there!

All this means is that you will have to be more dilagent in the blogosphere -- how else will we know what random thoughts, underwear adventures, and pranks you and Frankorama get up to. I am glad you got to Ohio safe.

Dude, the Scrabble is safe with me. You should have seen them move the couch! They shrink wrapped it and took the door of of the hinges on the new place for unfettered access. WE COULD NEVER HAVE DONE THIS. Best money I have ever spent.

You should have seen it - I picked up a six pack at the liquor store and cleaned the shit out of that place. I found the hand crank radio and listed to Love fm while I did battle with the dust/funk/goo. As I was looking around for the last time, Jean called me to invite me to a potluck dinner. And then I cried some more. I blame the beer.

I actually had a dream about Frank last night. He was very good in the dream, so it is true that memory is kinder.

Oh I miss you both.

I hope you find your underwear.

How exciting and strange. I know you'll thrive and continue to bestow beautiful things on everyone near and far.

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