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    <title>Arkansas, Day 1: Mom&#039;s wedding</title>
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    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Tweets from the day of Amy's mother's wedding in Arkansas.</p>
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<li><strong>9:01 AM PT</strong>: Suited up for wedding. It is EXPLETIVE EXPLETIVE hot. We are melting here dammit!</li>
<li><strong>9:09 AM PT</strong>: @joshjanus Jeff: "Wrong part of the South. This is the teetoaling evangelical part, not the mint julep Scarlett O'Hara part of the South."</li>
<li><strong>1:43 PM PT</strong>: Happy wedding day, Mom.</li>
<li><strong>1:46 PM PT</strong>: @bellesouth that's still her nickname! I have great photos.</li>
<li><strong>1:57 PM PT</strong>: Current temp: 104. Not that we are bitter. Or sweating. Or anything.</li>
<li><strong>6:56 PM PT</strong>: Back at hotel. Out of dress clothes. Ready to pick a state and stay there - preferably one that isn't an oven.</li>
<li><strong>9:05 PM PT</strong>: @gfmorris Crap. That ends when you're no longer single?  No one told me. I mean, I only do it if it's Jeff and me sharing the jug...</li>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Tweets from the day of Amy's mother's wedding in Arkansas.</p>
<ul>
<li><strong>9:01 AM PT</strong>: Suited up for wedding. It is EXPLETIVE EXPLETIVE hot. We are melting here dammit!</li>
<li><strong>9:09 AM PT</strong>: @joshjanus Jeff: "Wrong part of the South. This is the teetoaling evangelical part, not the mint julep Scarlett O'Hara part of the South."</li>
<li><strong>1:43 PM PT</strong>: Happy wedding day, Mom.</li>
<li><strong>1:46 PM PT</strong>: @bellesouth that's still her nickname! I have great photos.</li>
<li><strong>1:57 PM PT</strong>: Current temp: 104. Not that we are bitter. Or sweating. Or anything.</li>
<li><strong>6:56 PM PT</strong>: Back at hotel. Out of dress clothes. Ready to pick a state and stay there - preferably one that isn't an oven.</li>
<li><strong>9:05 PM PT</strong>: @gfmorris Crap. That ends when you're no longer single?  No one told me. I mean, I only do it if it's Jeff and me sharing the jug...</li>
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