It's almost Valentine's Day.
So am I going to be buying my own chocolate and wine or will a certain diner owner in a backwards baseball cap be doing the honors?
It's almost Valentine's Day.
So am I going to be buying my own chocolate and wine or will a certain diner owner in a backwards baseball cap be doing the honors?
Happy New Year.
Hopefully this year brings me more coffee with moments of Kirk and Taylor irritating Luke so that Rory and I can watch and have guessing what his blood pressure is.
Salt, you teeter. A little of you is just right but too much and - well - you're too bitter. And for you, Pepper, you keep things a little spicy. I like that about you."
Another sip of the coffee.
Leaning towards the inanimate objects on the counter.
"Don't let mean old Luke belittle you all like that."
Pointing at the salt, pepper, and sugar.
"You all are great philosophers!"
"Sugar, you tend to be sweet about things. A little bit of a people pleaser. 》
Taking the cup and gulping just for show.
"Hey! The napkins holder is a great conversationalist!"
"One time we talked about the difference between blush and bashful."
He finally placed the cup in front of her, leaning in slightly, voice lower but amused.
“There. One coffee. Drink it slowly. And if you start vibrating or talking to the napkin holder, I’m cutting you off.”
"The doctor told me that my condition is incurable and that I should just be pacified with what my body loves."
"No. Wait. What he actually said was that I need the coffee so I can do the things. If I don't do the things I need to then I will get depressed because 》
the tasks will pile up like a mountain and that will be daunting. And Rory will grow to hate me because I'm depressed and sad all the time and I probably won't feel like doing my laundry so I'll stink and no one will come to see me and I'll do alone and stinky.... How much 》