Cathy, here only three hours, already overstaying her welcome.
So far, I've locked her outside in the backyard - excuse me, dead-bolted her - to the point where she had to call me on the cellphone and say, "Uh, let me in." And when I shut off the AC last night, she dissed me on Travelocity. On a happy note, I'm slowly converting this Cafeteria Catholic to the ways of my people, starting with a blintz souffle. She's already given me a fairly positive review on Yelp. "Light, fluffy and appropriately delicate for the discriminating Kansas palate. Would've preferred homemade jam. Where I come from, we frown on store-bought."
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