This marks a first for Pickles and Onions: a blog written from my phone. Blame the messed up ankle for this experiment.
I'd add a link there under "messed up ankle" to the appropriate blog entry but I don't know how.
I am a coffee addict. This late morning while we were getting ready for a trip to the local playground, the following conversation took place in House of Joy:
Me: I just need to make a cup of coffee to go.
Mr.: You are so American.
Me: I am not, I use a reusable mug.
Mr.: snort. (okay he didn't say that but he totally snorted)
Guess who enjoyed half of my coffee?
I'd add a picture here, but, yeah, I don't know how :D
Xo
I'd add a link there under "messed up ankle" to the appropriate blog entry but I don't know how.
I am a coffee addict. This late morning while we were getting ready for a trip to the local playground, the following conversation took place in House of Joy:
Me: I just need to make a cup of coffee to go.
Mr.: You are so American.
Me: I am not, I use a reusable mug.
Mr.: snort. (okay he didn't say that but he totally snorted)
Guess who enjoyed half of my coffee?
I'd add a picture here, but, yeah, I don't know how :D
Xo
1 comment:
Like I said, your hubby married the NICE sister =] Have B try and drink some of my coffee and see where it gets him!
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