I guess I ought to make some kind of re-introduction. Hi. I haven't been on b.org for a couple years, but I'm dipping my toe in the water again. Some may remember me. Most won't. Hope you don't mind if I start posting...
On-natter: I'm now munching on some stroopwafels. First read about them in The Vermont Country Store catalog last week then noticed that Trader Joe's is carrying them. I am trying the "serving suggestion" of putting the stroopwafel on hot drink so that it'll soften up the caramel. They're novel. And a little addicting in a junk food sort of way. Even though I wasn't wowed by the taste, I ate far too many of them last night.
Hi, Spidra. Three guesses who I am.
"Cowboy up" was big in Boston during some sports situation, right? I heard my mom say it, which was just bizarre.
I'm still trying to finish up some stuff at my job (mostly filing) so my replacement won't, you know, totally hate me.
I don't know if I'll even be replaced, so. And literally, when my boss asked what I had to pass off, the answer was just some letters to go in the mail and some filing. Woo.
Spidra, long time no see!
Hey, Spidra!
And you mentioned addiction, so now I crave ginger peach tea, despite having just had a chai latte. I've found if I ask for a regular in a large cup (to mitigate spillage with my strange cupholder sitch), they top you up a fair amount with milk. Makes it more spilly, but on the upside, I may just get closer to my calcium RDA.
Hi Spidra! New Year's resolution - more Buffista time. That's what I'm talkin' about.
I remember you, Spidra! I remember something about ball gowns for San Francisco Halloween parties, especially.
Stroopwaffel is just a fun word. Good thing they're actually tasty too.
"Cowboy up" is a phrase that got introduced to Boston in the context of baseball playoffs. (Where do you buy a cowboy hat in this city? I have no idea.) I don't know any other meanings it has -- Connie, can you fill in?
Hi Spridra. Um, I don't remember.
