Today I went to lunch with Jenny and her son Nicholai. Three month old Nicholai squealed like a pig to the slaughter in the middle of the Marche in Brookfield place. It was funny.
After a healthy turkey sandwich and salad lunch, Jenny and I decided to have coffay. Since Jenny had to feed the squealer I went to get our coffay and dessert. Upon my return:
D: Here's your coffay (yes decaf!) and cookay.
J: Thanks! Wait...where's YOUR cookay?
D: Me? Cookay? Heavens no! That wouldn't look good on the blog now would it???
It really wouldn't.
xo
d
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