Celebrity latte.

I made Glenn Close a latte this morning. She lives in Maine, doncha know?

And no one recognised her, not even my co-workers, which is really the way it should be. Let the celebrities enjoy their lattes in peace.

Overheard

For those of you who don't know, I live above a restaurant. Even in winter, there are conversations that float up from the sidewalk. Mind you, it's not winter now, but the three sidewalk tables have gone into hibernation already, for the chill of New England autumn is upon us.

Just now, I overheard this snippet of conversations while lying in bed reading.

'Okay, I hate touching people but I'm going to hug you because I'm going to miss you!'

Perhaps I misheard or perhaps I missed a key part of the conversation. But maybe not.

I want...

...a husband, a Volvo, a dog, and a nice townhouse. Stereotype much? Oh, and my own café/patisserie would be nice too. I'm going to call it Café & Cocoa. I should probably start working on my baking skills....