Wednesday, May 21, 2008
It's almost vacation time. I am waiting on DH at my sisters house. I had to pick up my cell phone charger from my car, raid her jools and now I chill waiting for the call. We both have crazy parking karma today. She is in the one technically unticketable spot in her part of the North End. Word.
I am in front of Mike's Pastry.
I really want a pastry. I had a rough day with our housing sitch and it could be all covered up by frosting. I'll prolly stop by on my way back to the car.
But finally I have thought of a useful reason for tourists. They make the line too long-- and on nice evenings in the city-- they make it imposibble to even get in the door.
Seriously, there will be enough treats on vacation.