Saturday Morning at the Farm

Thursday night I went to a holiday party. Going home on the train, I saw a very romantic sight. A couple seats across and facing me sat a young couple. The girl had long, black hair. She tossed it from one shoulder to the next as she removed her scarf. Instead of placing the scarf on her lap she tossed it playfully around her boyfriend’s neck. He never once took his eyes off her and once the scarf was around his neck, he automatically brought it up to his nose and smelled it. If that wasn’t romantic enough, he then placed one iPod earplug in his ear and handed the girl the other earplug that she placed in her ear. This reminded me of the opening credits of Happy Days when the young couple share a french fry or in Lady and the Tramp where the two dogs share a strand of spaghetti.

Rob and I are meeting some of my cousins today to spend the afternoon at a Christmas Market. I am looking forward to it except I am freaking out over the directions. I do not want a repeat of the struggle we had getting to Preston’s Baptism. My main problem is that Yahoo, Google, and Mapquest all suggest completely different routes. Which one is best? I have no clue! I wish I could get a GPS Device embedded in my arm just like 007 had that tracking device placed in his arm in Casino Royale.

Coffee is being made. I used the little sample of Seattle’s Best Coffee that came in a cereal box. I could definitely use some caffeine.

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