I *Heart* Fiona’s

I have not always been the biggest fan of the new office, but there’s a silver lining to the cloud, and it even has a name – Fiona’s.

Fiona’s Sweet Shoppe is around the corner.  They sell all the best British candy and yummies.   Including, my favorite.

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My friend took me to get dim sum for lunch, and then we walked around China Town a bit.  Eventually we were headed back to the cube farm by way of Sutter Street.   The most charming man works behind the counter, too.   There’s nothing bad that can be said about the place.   It’s purely delightful, and it reminds me of Grandma Peggy herself.

No Bunnies Here

I woke up this morning, and was saddened to find nothing left at the foot of my bed. No brightly colored eggs hidden about my apartment. No deviled eggs.

Seriously, when you’ve out grown egg hunts, magic bunnies, and Christianity, what’s the point of this holiday?

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Oh yeah, that’s the ticket!