Ode to Waffles

Imagine my surprise when, intending to jot down a cheery blog in honor of belgian waffles (which I have just eaten), I was struck by the fact that my blogs seem to be very popular lately. Ay me! (She speaks.) What am I going to do with this newfound fame?

I'd spend it, if I could, on that purse at Marshall Field's.

Off to read A Midsummer Night's Dream. Not to be a spoilsport, but I still like the characters in Romeo and Juliet better.

I was here to talk about waffles, wasn't I? Ahh how easily I get sidetracked.

Waffles rock my socks off my boxers. (Ask Nicolette. I don't get it either.)

Speaking of boxers...mine are Pooh Bear.

Natalie