The Bitch is Back!

Hip Hip Hurray!

The bitch is back! No, no, it's not me. It's my favorite coffeemaker at the Barnes & Noble Cafe. I affectionately refer to her as "Mrs. B." At first she was one bitch of a barista. Very cold and unfriendly. Her one saving grace was the fact she made OUTSTANDING coffee. White Chocolate Mocha's to be exact. Pure perfection every time was her coffee, but the attitude was sour and surly. Then, without explanation the Ice Queen melted into this really pleasant person. No longer a bitch, she had to be renamed, so Mrs. B was a perfect fit.

By this point, one of my few but loyal readers (emphasis, big big emphasis on few), is probably wondering, where's my shout out. Ok ok, here ya go. Let's raise a glass (or a white chocolate mocha) to my gal pal Stephanie. At first, I'm sure she was worried the title of this post might be in reference to her, but it's not! Stephanie is the ideal gal pal. Instead of fag hag, which is insulting to us both, she's a gal and she's my pal. We do lunch once a week and socialize from time to time. Better yet, she gives tremendous advice. Very sage and wise for her young age, I should add. I should also add I'm just a few months older than her young age. A recent example of her stellar advice....I wanted some clam digger shorts...or 3/4 shorts as the Gap calls them. She said NO! Bad man-pri's, bad bad man-pri's. Just yesterday, I also suggested wearing eyeliner to make my eyes pop a lil more, taking a cue from John Mark Karr, but that's kinda scary/pscyho/sheik...and just not my style.

One day to vacation....WOO HOO!