"Oh - shit, sorry," Bobby apologized, backing away slightly from the person whom he'd just bumped into. "I wasn't paying attention. My bad."
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"Oh - shit, sorry," Bobby apologized, backing away slightly from the person whom he'd just bumped into. "I wasn't paying attention. My bad."
"See this is why I work alone; I've had four assistants in the last week and they all sit on their arses or fail to show up at all. So you'll forgive me if I'm not as amused as you seem to be by this absurd balancing act I'm performing with these cupcakes."
I'm drowning in my classes. Isn't senior year of college supposed to be the easiest?
Amelia and I almost went to Portia's party. And then we remembered that there was a Friends marathon on. We were pretty relieved not to be caught in a severe rainstorm.
"I'm completely drenched down to the bone; please tell me there's somewhere I can at least wring the water out of my clothes and hair before I freeze my arse off."
What she needed was a night away from the bakery--a night when she could take some time to breathe and maybe have a drink without worrying about anything. Tonight seemed like a very good night for just that.No pressure to fill orders or turant baking assistants to chase about the bakery barking orders. Settled next to the fire, bright pink plastic cup in her hand, Cait breathed a quiet sigh, closed her eyes, and let herself relax.
"Is it baseball season yet? I love track, but I'd rather get back to my main jive."
"Snorting Smarties," Sia read off the newspaper she’d lifted from a random doorstep on her morning rounds. "S'like braindead's the new black."