After a day of teaching followed by an afternoon and evening of violin lessons followed by running upstairs, throwing on an outfit featuring a dress that was making me wonder "is this too tight?", and too late to do anything but leave my hair down, and rushing out the door to get to the North Star Cafe...I received the nicest compliment ever: an explosive "holy smokes!" The utter surprise with which it was said was what really made my day. I told him so. The ladies of TML generally agree that he somehow usually knows how to say the right thing. Holy smokes, indeed.
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