Well, not really. But it'll do, it'll do nicely.
After the harrasment of dragging my butt out of bed on a Saturday morning, having to do errands and trying to fit in most things in one day, I walked on over to my favorite hide-out. And oh, what do we have here- the most perfect BLT sandwich on ciabatta bread I've had since Java Joe days. Lovely dinner with a side of Greek Salad on Feta cheese, armed with magazines and my pen and paper and I was happy as a noodle. Now, I realize that by being addicted to taking pictures, I am letting myself off easy since I don't need to describe how the place smelled of coffee, how the music made me smile and dream of slow dances under the twinking stars, how the melting cheese and the olives in the sandwich blended and melted on my tongue. Yeah, I think am beginning to write crappily. Then again, at least I don't use words like cointers.
My weekend was filled with simple joys. Now this is just what I was asking for- simple joys! More of that, please!
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