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I am so ready to go home and relax but since we have an event today the office is stuck open all day. I was hoping we’d get that half-day email alert but nope. But that’s okay; I was already mentally prepared to work a full day anyway.

I am looking forward to the three-day weekend though. I’ll be heading up to my Aunt’s house tomorrow for the family barbeque. It’s been a few years since I last showed my face at a family event [I think the last one was Christmas in 2005!] and it’ll be good for me. Besides, they are family you know.

Other than that I have no plans for this weekend. Which is really nice. I can just relax and alternately sleep and eat and watch TV. Or at least look at the TV. Maybe I’ll finally get around to cleaning my room and updating The Binder with all the wacky new ideas I came up with since the last version [I have no idea which version wedding I’m on at the moment…the sequel 5.0?]. Never hurts to keep things up to date you know. Besides, I need that hardcopy to be reflective of my online versions because I’m not always going to be on my computer and I would like to pull it out on the rare occasions that I actually show someone [actually, the only person I do show the book to is Lindsey…who is also the lucky recipient of all the txt messages and IMs of my latest and greatest ideas].

But I definitely need to pare down the stuff that’s accumulated in my room. I don’t know where it’s coming from; no wait, I do, but it still needs to go. And I could use a good vacuum and dusting while I’m at it. And I might as well change the sheets in my bed. And now that I just added three more items to my checklist I’m pretty sure my chances of getting any of it done has gone down proportionately. Whew, just thinking about those chores is making me sleepy. Oh wait, I should save that excuse for later.

So I had the following exchange with Pat the other day:

Patrick: Jeremy said he gives you crap trades becuz it looks like u don’t manage your team so he figured u don’t care

Talda: Well, I don’t care but that doesn’t give him license to constantly insult my intelligence. Obviously I know enough to not bite at his offers.

Patrick: Yah I was telling him yesterday that u know ur baseball so good luck tryin to get hanley and whoever. He said he’ll make better offers

Talda: Besides, I have more important things to worry about. things like my hair. LOL. Don’t tell him that part!

Patrick: Hahahahahahaha.

And guess who got another trade offer for Carlos Quentin, Jose Guillen and Carlos Lee for Johan Santana and Hanley Ramirez. The same exact trade he always makes. So much for making better offers.

But I have to give credit to my coworker for responding with this gem after I emailed him about the latest trade offer: “who does he expect you to play at SS? I love when people propose trades like this…three B-’s for two A+ Quality stuff.”

Indeed.

And yes, I did threaten the other boys with physical violence against their “jewels” should I get another ridiculous trade request again. Let’s see if they try it again.

I say three days until the next one.

Ooh, a real work related post? For real? Really really real?

Yes really but not for long. So I heard back about the new position I applied for and I didn’t get it. I was disappointed because I just knew I’d be awesometastic in it [because who is more organized than me?!] but I knew that that meant God had something else planned for me so I got over it. But, because I can find a silver lining in just about anything, I was the other finalist and the decision was “very, very close.”

It came down to who they thought would mesh well with the staff down there. We were both evenly matched when it came to skill sets and education so hey, it basically came down to a judgment call and a coin-flip. And I called “heads” when I should have called “tails.” ALWAYS CALL TAILS.

I was given the very rare opportunity to talk to the manager about the decision and I totally took advantage of it. How often do you get a chance to find out the whys and hows behind a hiring decision? Exactly. The manager was very forthright about the whole thing and I learned that I interviewed very well; above expectations actually which made me pause because I wondered how they thought I would interview. But I didn’t dwell on it because what’s the point, right? And that there weren’t any glaring things that I could work on and improve, which is good. What I wasn’t expecting though was the offer to vouch for my skills for whatever other position I end up applying for from the manager, who said that they wanted to see me succeed here and that I am very bright and intelligent person. Well now, that’s the way to redirect my disappointment.

So my climb up the corporate ladder has been stunted for a little bit but not derailed. We’re coming up towards the end of the year so other positions will open up shortly so no worries on my part.

Of course the conspiracy theories have already abounded among certain people here. But here’s the thing: I don’t want to hear it. I know there are theories on who gets promoted and why but I don’t want to be involved in any way. Let’s face it, things happen for a reason, whether man made or not, but the simple explanation, no matter how true, is insulting to both parties [wow, could I be anymore vague?]. To say the only reason why they were offered something, or I wasn’t, was because of something no one can control degrades the basic qualifications of both candidates. Forget the fact that I went to a top-rated university and gained a BA AND made the Dean’s list [granted, in my last semester but still], or that I’m going back to school to gain my MBA or that I have strong work experience in a lot of things and that I did my job well, let’s just focus on the one thing I didn’t pick for myself. Gee, thanks.

Look, sure I may live in some little naïve wonder world where people are judged by the ink on their resume paper and how they command an interview but that doesn’t mean I’m not painfully aware with how the world may really work. It just means that I don’t want to trick myself into that line of thinking which does more damage than anything else. I don’t want to walk by that person with the constant nagging thought that they got it because they’re such and such and I’m not. If I do, I know that I’ll just be shackling myself to the same issue that those certain people are lugging around and quite frankly, I don’t need or want that kind of drama and negativity in my life, thankyouverymuch.

Basically it comes down to this: God has plans for my life and that job didn’t fall in line with them so I was passed over. Maybe it wouldn’t have been as good a fit as I had initially thought. He knows what He’s doing and I’m not going to question it. Nope, I’ll just keep praising Him like I do all the time knowing that if He blessed that person with the job, then that just means my blessing is still on it’s way.

Amen to that.

As of yesterday, I am now participating in my company’s 401k program. I feel kinda more adult like now. I’m officially saving for my retirement! At the tender age of 26 and 11 months! Dude…I’m just a little more than a month shy of turning 27…but that’s another paragraph for later in this post.

But I was looking through the booklet my job supplies that “describes” the portfolio options and I was just confused. I wasn’t really sure what to pick and I never did get the chance to call my financial advisor Lola to consult with either since I was up against the deadline for this quarter. Oops. But hopefully the ones I picked will work out. If not, I can change them right? Right? Someone please say right.

I’m feeling pretty responsible though. It was a little weird picking a beneficiary upon the event of my death but I got over that. I don’t have too much being pushed towards the fund at the moment but hopefully I’ll be able to up my contributions next quarter. But a little is better than nothing.

So its official I guess. This whole saving for retirement makes me a responsible adult doesn’t it? It does huh? That’s fine by me. I’m almost 30…I think being 30 qualifies you as an adult. That is until I turn 30 and decide to change it because I say so. Speaking of which, the annual birthday countdown will be in effect starting this Saturday. Oooh can you feel the excitement of the Birth Month celebrations getting ready to start? Because I can.

I still kind of can’t believe that I’m going to be 27 this year. It just doesn’t sound right to me. I don’t know why though. I’m not afraid of getting older but I’m also not in a rush either but what can you do? It happens. Might as well embrace the fact that I don’t look anywhere near my age and be happy you know? That and know that with each year, I get the chance to make my birthday party even better than the last because there are no more limits to what I can do. Do you know how exciting that is by itself?

So this year’s rough theme is “Talda and the Chocolate Factory.” My birthday activity will be a tour of the Scharffen Berger Chocolate factory in Berkeley and then lunch somewhere on Bay Street in Emeryville afterwards. While technically low-key compared to last year’s “Retro Bowling Birthday Party” I’m still looking forward to it. I hope the factory tour is as good as I’ve heard. I remember when the Jelly Belly factory tour used to rock your socks off. They’d give samples of the candies in various stages of creation but they don’t do that anymore. Instead you just follow some guide and watch everything on monitors around the factory. If only Scharffen Berger employed Oompa Loompas. That would be awesome! I already sent out Save the Dates and the response so far has been great so I can’t wait to start formally planning this…sometime this week.

But then the month gets even better. Yeah uh huh it does. Because I’m taking a vacation from work for a week and the bf is coming in! We don’t have the exact dates yet but he will be here for my actual birthday and will stay for a few days. I’m so excited. This will be the very first time we celebrate a birthday together. Granted he’ll be here during the week so getting together with friends will prove to be tricky but I don’t care. I’m just excited that I finally get to see him again [yup, it’s been about 7-8 months since our last visit in December].

I do have some other things in the pipeline but I haven’t gotten around to planning those yet so we’ll see if they happen. I hope they do. I’ll keep you updated on that!

Scout’s honor.

Here’s to short workweeks. Huzzah!

Yeah I totally just huzzah-ed you.

The weekend was a good one actually. On Saturday, I made my way up to Sacramento to Jacki’s for Spanish Club, dragging along my fondue pot as my contribution to the eating festivities. I made a chocolate fondue that was amazingly delicious. It was rich and creamy and tasted kind of like brownies. Or least like brownie batter. It was definitely a hit and tasted practically heavenly with the cheesecake bites I managed to find at the store. That was the best combination there, which was made even better [if you can believe that] by adding slices of strawberries. The cheesecake bites were the first to go but we ended up slicing the cheesecake Christina brought into “bites” albeit, giant ones, to dip. Its official; we’ve all gone fondue crazy. The best part is I can now make truffles from the left over fondue. Yummy.

The conversation was free flowing and fun as always. I’ve really grown to love those girls. Even though I’m not there all the time or even a teacher, we still have plenty to talk about; mostly making fun of whomever we decide deserves it but its always good times. This time it was Christina’s new budget and Akilah’s “heart burn” from jogging despite several warnings of poor air conditions and limiting outdoor physical activities due to Northern California being on fire [sadly, that is not an exaggeration]. I didn’t leave there until almost ten that night.

I love how homey Jacki’s house is getting. She’s planted a garden and flowers since the last time I was there [which she’s totally excited over] and they have a dog door for Chester who is just as happy as can be.

My Sunday school lesson went decently yesterday. I had a game board set up but unfortunately due to some weird translation blip, we didn’t get to have as much time as I had liked with it, which sucked because the kids were all amped for it. Oh well, we did get a couple go rounds though so I guess that’s all that matters.

After church I finally got my nap [yay!] before the two little girls came over to spend the night. Then Lindsey and I hightailed it out of there to go check out Wall-E. Oh my goodness y’all, you’ve got to see it. Pixar definitely didn’t disappoint and I’m so buying this one when it comes out. We laughed quite a few times [and made some great Bay Area connections to scenes in the movie] and cringed at the “future” and because no one else did, I’m going to warn you that this movie will definitely tug on your heart. In fact, I cried. I haven’t cried in a cartoon movie since The Land Before Time when Littlefoot lost his mom. I have no qualms because the movie is just that good and there was a group of girls next to me who were crying too and Lindsey did tear up a bit. This is like Brian’s Song: if you don’t cry then YOU’RE DEAD INSIDE.

Mark these words right here: I’m so going to work of Pixar one day. That seems like my kind of place.

But Lindsey totally took me for my money though. So here’s the story. On Friday I texted her and asked if she wanted to see Wall-E on Sunday. She said yeah. Then on Saturday she told me she didn’t have any money, which I was aware of and told her I was already going to pay for her ticket. On the way to the movie she said if I was hungry then lunch was on her. I didn’t think anything of it at all. We then go to Target and pick up some stuff for mom and I’m thinking about what to get at Wendy’s and I’m making sure she’ll have enough and she said she does, not to worry about it. So we go to Wendy’s, order our stuff, and she ups and pays with another $20 bill! This girl had money. Granted, my mom had given her some spending money earlier that day [probably on the way home from church] but she didn’t even mention it to me. She claims it’s because I had already told her I was paying but she didn’t even say, “Hey, mom gave me money…you don’t have to pay for my ticket” and I would have been, “No, don’t worry about it. My treat.” But I didn’t even get that courtesy. Yeah, that was sneaky Lindsey. But thanks for the fries and strawberry Frosty shake. I still love you.

We spent the rest of the night watching tv and planning a trip to Thailand after watching the final couple of episodes of ANTM where we leanred that we’d live like queens for the time that we were there. The exchange rate is so in our favor at the moment and I’m dying to go. So right now, we’re eyeing sometime next year. I seriously hope it happens. I’m so getting my passport during my vacation next month.

So yesterday, while I was waiting on the platform for my train to the office, one of the platform supervisors sidled up next to me and asked if everything was okay. He’s an older gentleman who I’ve chatted with before. I told him everything was fine, because it was, and he said I was looking a little “unconcerned” so he just wanted to make sure.

I couldn’t quite figure out why looking “unconcerned” was a bad thing. Because seriously, what do I have to be concerned about? My hair? Rent? Global warming? Doing my best to keep my nose from dripping down my face?

I’m still looking at you, Lindsey.

As a lot of people say all the time, just because I’m not smiling doesn’t mean there is something wrong. Sometimes I’m just thinking or concentrating on something. And sometimes I’m not thinking about anything. Like if you peered into my mind, it’d be dark because those synapses either decided to go off and play hooky from work or they are still hitting the snooze button on the alarm. Either way no one is there to process things.

Either way, I wasn’t in any mood. I actually didn’t feel like anything. It was the status quo.

So I was listening to the Sarah and No Name show on Alice yesterday morning and they had Yael Naim on [she sings “New Soul” that song in the iPod commercials] and she does a cover of Britney Spears’ “Toxic” and oh my goodness! She makes me no longer ashamed that I love the song so much! I mean, Brit’s version is fun, frothy pop stuff but Yael’s version makes it seem like there’s a lot more substance to the song. Like, she’s singing about an ex-boyfriend that she knows she shouldn’t be with but yet for some odd reason she keeps getting pulled back in. We all know that guy.

Anywho, so the gocco I had my eye on was not meant to be. While it ended up going for under $100, I just couldn’t convince myself that it was worth putting on my credit card at the moment, even though my personal maximum hadn’t been reached yet. It was a hard decision, especially since I had a break in my meeting with enough time to make a few last minute bids if I wanted but didn’t. This is me convincing myself I did a good thing financially. Especially since I just bought new hubcaps. Do I sound convinced yet?

But I am still emboldened with the hope and knowledge that I can get it for $100 or less, base price. I’m gonna win!

I’ve got a slight crush on my hair right now. I curled the ends yesterday before twisting it up so it still has a little of that curl and my bangs are doing this flippy thing over my eye. I can’t explain it at all but I love it so.

Anywho, the weekend. Oh what a weekend. It was super hot on Friday. As in, I didn’t need a jacket AT ALL THE ENTIRE DAY. Crazy people, crazy. Even crazier was that I started eating my lunch inside and staring out the window before I finally admonished myself for doing such a thing and packing my things to head outside, which was the best decision ever. It was perfect; the sun was out, it was warm with a slight breeze to keep from melting and there I sat, in the sun with my sandwich and newspaper outside. Oh if I could bottle that feeling and sell it, I’d make a killing.

I came home after church to a hot, hot house and a sinking feeling that maybe baking wasn’t a very good idea but hey, I needed to. Plus, Lindsey had already baked her cookies so it wasn’t like I was going to make the house any hotter. But it was so warm that we didn’t need to leave the butter out for too long before it had softened. I plugged away and baked my cupcakes and made the dulce de leche but I didn’t let it reduce as much as it needed to so it didn’t set up the way I had hoped the next day. Oh well.

The Youth group’s car was turned out to be a pretty good success. They ended up making about $200+ on the car wash alone. I don’t know the full total with the results from the lemonade, baked items and other miscellaneous things we sold. My cupcakes were gladly received and later dubbed “Dolce&Gabbana” cupcakes though too bad we couldn’t charge a D&G price.

So here’s the exciting thing that happened that day; because there always is a story. I had my car washed and after it was done, I hopped in to move it since I was still going to be a bit with helping push the baked goods [something I’m so good at]. I couldn’t get the handbrake down at all; in fact, I couldn’t even push the button in! Anywho, I fussed with it and then the gearshift in a few different combinations before calling for help, which elicited tons of laughs because only I would ask for help driving the car I always drive. He got in, muscled the brake down and hopped out…and then the car starts rolling backwards! Apparently in my shifting haste, I had put the car in reverse and not park! Everyone’s freaking out and I hopped in the car and slammed on the brake and stopped it from running into the truck parked behind me by mere inches. It was like thisclose. Ooooh.

The rest of the car wash was thankfully uneventful. I volunteered with Laketa to stand on the sidewalk with signs to get people in [we managed one new customer] but mostly we stood there and yelled random things and danced around a bit and got honks from guys driving by, which doesn’t help the cause at all. I now know how the sign people feel. Its not always fun.

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What do you get when you add a girlfriend who’s too tired, a boyfriend who’s eager, a late night hour and a resume that isn’t as awesome as it totally could be?

What do you think you get? A cranky, whiny mess and hurt feelings. DUH.

After some prayer, I went ahead and decided to apply for a new admin assistant position that’s available at my office. I figured, with me going back to school for my MBA and all, it would be great if I got back into the Marketing game and this position, while generally a support role for the entire department [including the Senior VP and VP] would be a great step in that direction. The VP of HR was excited and glad that I decided to apply. Anywho, the bf totally supported the move and offered to help read over my resume which I gladly took him up on.

Now this is when it gets dicey. I had already had a longish day – after work I went to Vicky’s Secret to check out the Semi-Annual and spent way too much time in the dressing room trying on bras and deciding whether or not I wanted them [it’s a process!] and I still needed to get home and shop for a few ingredients for my cupcakes [and I STILL managed to forget things] so I didn’t get home until about 9pm. I’m already getting tired and I’m hungry and I’m not too enthused with the idea of starting the dulce de leche that late [boy am I glad I didn’t!]. Anywho, the bf and I start talking about 10:30ish or so over AIM.

I honestly thought that he’d read over my resume and then make his notes and send it back to me. We end up going through it together and dismantling it from the beginning. I know that if I had just told him that I wanted him to read it over and send it back, he would have done it but I also didn’t think the whole dismantling would have taken as long as it did so I didn’t say anything about that either. Dude, my bad.

Time is ticking and as it gets closer to morning, I get crankier and even more impatient [me, MORE impatient? Bet you didn’t know that was possible huh] but try not to get frustrated with the slow progress because this person is doing me a solid. How can you be mad at someone who’s doing you a favor? But I go through two phases when I get tired: first, my voice starts to crack. It sounds kinda cute but it’s the first indicator that I am tired and need to get to bed soon but I am still generally pleasant. Sometime after that, the voice is still cracking but I begin to get easily frustrated and super impatient and downright short with people. I just can’t deal with it any longer and yeah, that’s when the tears start to peek out because all I want to do is just be done with whatever I’m working on and go to sleep. Needless to say, I am no longer pleasant to be around.

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This cake here trumps both last year’s Optimus Prime birthday cake AND 2006’s Mario wedding cake in one lap.

This is now the CAKE! THAT I MUST HAVE! FOR MY BIRTHDAY! YEEEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!

Because I refuse to have to wait until I get married for this awesome wonder.

Remember those wonderful cookies Lindsey made the other night? The one I had half of yesterday morning and eagerly anticipated going home to eat another one? Can you tell where this is going?

Because I was practically distraught when I came home to an empty plate. I wish they had put the plate up instead of leaving it on the table with the foil still on it as if there was still a cookie left! My hopes were dashed so utterly completely it wasn’t even funny. I forgot my sister and her two youngest were coming up to pick up nephew Duck and I’m assuming they are the culprits because our usual suspect, dad, is no longer allowed to eat sweets and those kids are like locust. I know it’s probably poor form to compare my lovely nephew and nieces to insects but when they come through and leave and you’re wondering what just happened to your plate of cookies then that’s pretty much what they are. It’s like, hey, I thought I just had a full bag of chips. What happened to them? And why are my clothes all wrinkled around my waist? And why am I sticky? What just happened here?!

People on eBay crack me up. I’ve been dutifully tracking a few of the precious goccos available for bidding. My own bidding philosophy is to lurk for a few days and, provided that I remember to do so, bid towards the latter stage of the process. Yes, I am starting to become that annoying person who swoops in outta nowhere to claim whatever item is we all had our collective hearts on. I’ve only gotten into a bidding war on a few items since most of the stuff I’ve wanted either goes out of my price range [yes, I have a limit that I stick to no matter what] or usually what I want isn’t exactly the most hotly coveted item. Until the gocco that is.

I’ve been lurking the boards for a while [and yes, I am completely bummed that I miss my shot at a complete set for $20 on Craigslist. Major d’oh!] and I think I’ve only made a bid a few times because the price always shot up to ridiculous amounts: as in, I could buy a new one at a store for less than what someone just agreed to pay for a used one. I come to eBay for discounts yo, not for paying more than retail.

And it already grinds my gears that in Japan the thing retails for about $70 USD give or take and it would probably be cheaper to buy it there and have it shipped over but I haven’t figured out how to do that, besides asking a friend who I haven’t really talked to much but that makes me uncomfortable because I feel like I’m using her. If only Hapa Jenny was still in Japan or if only I had learned of this when she was. But I’m over it enough to still try and snag one on my own. This is the thing; I don’t understand why people bother bidding on items that have a 5+ days auction period and a low starting price because you are only driving the price up higher than it should be which is exactly why the owners do this. I saw one gocco go for over $200! For the price that it just went for, you could have bought the gocco at say, Paper Source and then added a few extra tubes of ink or screens and that is before you add in shipping. I steer clear of those auctions because of the eventual exorbitant prices.

I do really want one though but I’m trying to find one as cheaply as possible. I’m sure I can do this.

On an amusing side note, we had a fire alarm today. We’re not sure if there was a fire or where it was but no one smelled smoke but the evacuation, if you can call it that, rivaled that of the Simpsons episode where Mr. Burns tests to check how long it takes the plant to evacuate. Well, chaos didn’t ensue but the ones who did leave were very casual about it and eventually meandered towards the nearest exit. The ones that stayed either kept working or kind of roamed around aimlessly deciding whether they should leave before abandoning common sense and sat back down [that was me]. I think maybe a small handful of people actually left the building. How sadly pathetic, yet amusing.

I now have a scab on my left ear from the clamping incident on Saturday. Lindsey refuses to acknowledge it but it’s still there whether she does or not. I just discovered it yesterday while I was sitting at a light and just started to rub my ear. I should get something to rub on it to keep from scaring. My poor ear.

I just have to share the fantastic breakfast burrito I made this morning. I actually started fantasizing about it last night, which was probably why my stomach was grumbling as much as it was. But it was just as good as I had imagined it to be. I should have taken a picture but I was rushing out the door to get to work plus I was too busy eating it. Oh, so my mom roasted some yellow potatoes and carrots for dinner Monday night so I cut up a few of the potatoes, scrambled an egg, cooked up some bacon and then combined them all with cheese and tossed them onto a fresh cooked tortilla [we get these raw tortillas that you have to finish cooking – they are so yummy! I’d eat them as a snack by themselves] and I was in heaven. I seriously just stopped to savor that first bite of potato-bacon-cheesy egg goodness. I actually want another one. I have no idea what I’m going to do for lunch since I spent all my time making my burrito, but I don’t really care either. It was worth it for that burrito. Maybe I’ll walk myself up the street for pizza. I’m tempted to check out the burger place down the other street but you know, after that heavy breakfast I don’t think I really want to follow it up with an even heavier lunch. Especially when I haven’t been to yoga in over a month.

Yes, it’s been about a month since my last yoga class. I typically take a week off between sessions just because but my week turn to two when I was going to be short the money for the class even though I know it’d be forever before my check cleared anyway but still, then I was going to go the two more times but I got out of work too late both days [I had my backpack and everything] and that leaves us with now. So next week is the week for sure that I get my booty back into yoga or else. I miss doing something active.

I also plan on making the ever-popular dulce de leche cupcakes [yup, these beauties] for my church’s youth group’s car wash and Summer Sale this weekend. And Lindsey made her chocolate chip cookies last night…I had half of one as a bit of a breakfast dessert this morning. So what if I had it before I made my burrito. I’m an adult; I can have dessert first. This must be torture for my dad, having all these sugary sweets that he can’t eat. Poor guy.

We’ll just eat them so he won’t have to worry. See the sacrifices we are willing to make for family? Doesn’t that just warm your heart?

Is it time for lunch yet? That burger is sounding better every minute. But do I want to drop all that cash? It’ll cost me about $7-something [for a mini cheeseburger and fries] versus like, a few bucks for a slice of pizza. I am so cheap. I don’t know why, it’s not like I don’t have the money. Maybe I’ll save the burger for when I have a lighter breakfast because, not surprisingly, my stomach has not made a peep all morning.

Isn’t food just awesome? Man I love it. All the choices and all the supremely yummy tastes and smells. We’ve been inundated with commercials for Sonic Drive In and while the food and drinks all look and sound delicious but the nearest one is 46 miles away! So Lindsey and I have made a pact to make that drive to check out what all the fuss is about. And because I just thought about it, next time I’m in Michigan, I’m definitely asking the bf to stop someplace where I can get a Coney dog. And some Frankenmuth fried chicken. And Zingerman’s again because I can’t get enough of that place.

Mmmmm, food.