Way back at the rehearsal dinner for the Princess's wedding, we met the Goddess, a friend of hers from high school. The Princess and the Goddess used to work at a bakery together in St. Paul, Minnesota. The Goddess had been at the bakery for some time before the Princess came to work there. The Princess was mystified at how all these people would come into the bakery and ask for the Goddess specifically to handle their order. When the Minnesota Twins placed their doughnut orders, they would request that the Goddess, and only the Goddess, pack the doughnuts.
The Princess was like, "It's not rocket science. It's doughnuts. You put them in a box. Gah!"
The Goddess said, "Well, the Princess didn't really like that job so much."
We sort of agreed with the Princess. Then yesterday we got doughnuts from our regular place, but the regular lady didn't pack them. And when I opened the box and saw how the non-frosted doughnuts were stuck to the frosted doughnuts, I said, "Man! The regular lady is a much better doughnut packer!"
In other news, "O" is for orchid
Oz came up to Northern Virginia a couple weeks ago and we went to the orchid show at the US Botanical Gardens: An Alphabet Garden of Orchids. Lots of pretty orchids! Lots of color! Like a preview of spring and summer, so delightful to eyes accustomed to bare trees and gray skies.
Will it ever get warm?
March is so cruel. How much longer till I can turn off the furnace and fling aside the heavy overcoat?
267 words | March 16, 2008 02:25 PM | Real true story