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While I waited for copies of some garden designs to be made I did my bit to combat Red Friday by buying a silky dress for warm nights and a fleecy jacket for cold nights (in the Namib?) at Anthropologie. Then I headed to the Christmas market at Union Square where I chomped at the bit, stuck in the crowd, then turned a corner and found ...
Waffles en Dinges.
So, for lunch, I had a waffle with maple syrup.
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I was going to say something about cold nights in the desert...then the waffles loaded.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure the syrupy dress will be fine...
[This reader stands up, drops his chair, spills his coffee, rips his shirt, starts drooling and yells: "Waffles????? Save one for me!!!!"]
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