I don't like the fact that every move I make and every action I take with my iPhone is tagged with my location at the time. I don't know why this makes me a little jumpy. If I wanted everyone in the world to know where I was when I commented on your silly video on Facebook, I'd leave it in the comments.
THAT SAID...I stalk my blog statistics during NaBloPoMo. I've had readers from Hungary and Australia, and there are lurkers skulking about on a regular basis. Howdy. Thanks for reading. My blog statistics are a free package so I don't have loads of data on you all, and wouldn't know how to interpret it if I did, but I'd love a ping in the comments from time to time, if you so choose. Here - I'll give you a topic.
The perfect cup of coffee is...
My answer is either, a) a cappuccino while sitting in the perfect window seat of a small cafe in an achingly charming little European city which overlooks a bustling outdoor market, with a vacation of at least two weeks stretching in front of me, or b) a grande three pump toffee nut latte accompanied by a warmed up morning bun at Starbucks with my guy and girlie on a Saturday morning, on the way to somewhere fun, like Costco, or Ikea, or the bank.
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Sometimes it's just a cup of instant coffee with creamer and artificial sweetener and a new crossword puzzle, and the time to work it of a morning.
Grannie J
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