Had a funny story from a morning I was there -
Stopped at a place to get some eggs one morning – it was cheaper than The Corner Bakery or Au Bon Pain… there were two women inside, one waiting for food ... the other sitting at the counter eating a breakfast sammich.
The one waiting for food was mad about a co-worker and talking very loudly… was calling her a “muther fu*&#ing rat tooth muther fu*&er”
Alrighty then. Turns out I didn’t need much coffee that morning, eye opening enough at 7am. Grin.
I bought a sea salt caramel at a place called Chop’t - it's a salad place at lunch. Good thing I only bought one. Those things are like crack and I turned into a sea salt caramel crack whore. I wanted 20 or 30 of those rat tooth muther f*&ing candies…. didn’t have time, had to get back to class cuz my lunch break was over.
Furry Husband was struggling with first milker goat teats while I was away. They are very tiny, teensy, small in his big man hands and the goats were objecting … lots of kicked over buckets. Poor Furry Husband. Good thing goats don’t speak… they are learned lots of good cuss words last week… maybe as much as me!