It’s the weekend again, and I find myself stuck face to face with Maru. I don’t mind her, but a bass really needs her own space. A case would be nice, and I would love to get polish. But no! I’m stuck here in a corner until Monday. Though Tommy is quite talented, I want
I love early morning coffee, and 708 Fulton Cafe is my favorite stop. They roast all their beans in house. No pre-made bags, every cup expertly made and roasted to order. My favorite? The light roast for a smooth, mellow taste that eases me to pleasant, zen-like alertness. My problem? My favorite barista left for
Friday Fictioneers 12/21/12 This dinner gives me pause… Don’t giggle! I know you think it’s funny, but this is ridiculous! Your will is not yours now. You gave that up the moment you took me home. When I told you I wanted turkey tonight, I meant 6:00 sharp! Not 6:30, which you’ve begun to get
Friday Fictioneer 12/14/12 My kids got me a laptop for Christmas last year and I haven’t really had too many problems until I got my Facebook page. It’s really a neat idea. I can connect with old friends, but I can also get horrible viruses. I opened up a message from someone I don’t know.