WHEN: This afternoon
WHERE: A kitchenette in the Business Office
SUMMARY: Just some chit chat during lunch
WARNINGS: None!
STATUS: Complete!
She cracked the code on the iPad again. In addition to the Candy Crush charges, we should be expecting a giant pink dragon from Amazon tomorrow. I asked her to explain and all she said was Momo 'needed a friend.' Also, she's learned a new guilt tactic. I'm going to murder Aaron if he taught it to her.
Tell me you didn't convince Mia that her toy dragon needed a friend. Or that she needs a sibling. And tell me you do not have a turtle.
This is your reminder to have your lunch orders in for Figaro's by noon Friday (12PM, 1/13) for next Tuesday's 2017 planning meeting. If you do not meet the deadline, bring your own food or starve. I refuse to allow this to turn into last year's debacle.
Dinner soon? And by soon, I mean the beginning of some week when you're free.
What happened to the girl who makes milkshakes with soy milk? I liked her.
Faris is picking Mia up from school today. He'll bring her home by 8, and he'll be texting me pictures to show that she's okay. If you can leave the shop early, maybe we can do something. Thinking of all the things that could have happened to her is going to drive me crazy.
And I still can't get a hold of Maddie. If she'd gone with El, why wouldn't they have just said so before they left?
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McQueen is offering to bake cookies with Mia on Sunday. I'm not sure how much longer I can deal with this 'sympathy for the devil' thing.
It's been a week. How are you feeling?
I heard you were here. I didn't realize you were interested in small towns. Hardly seems like you can make a profit here, so why are you here?
There are times I deeply identify with my Tale. Thinking of all of the ways I'd like to torture my sister if she's found is one them.