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Case of the Mondays
Who: Erik and Your Muse (OTA)
What: Wherin Erik and whomever kill some time over a cuppa cuppa joe.
Where: The Learned Owl and Coffee Shop
When: Monday morning after the wee little munchkin's already been dropped off to school
Rating: G? Daddy's don't swear and besides... he's got to look good for all the moms who might be dropping by.
Whoever decided that Spring fell on the one of those days in late March was clearly mistaken, for on this Monday that should have been joyous and filled with birds singing and trees blooming, it was rather chilly and snow still littered parts of the streets where the lone plow for the county had yet to come through to scoot it away. Erik should know because he almost considered staying in simply because it took him nearly an hour to clear his private drive. However, he managed to make it out and was on his way out of town after dropping Sam off at school when his stomach grumbled.
Perhaps it was time for a muffin, or cookie, or something.
So, after parking his car right in front of his favorite spot for a cup of coffee, The Learned Owl, he's pushing through the door, careful to wipe his boots on the mat outside. There's no sense in dirtying up the establishment after all. Erik leaves his jacket folded over the back of a chair and hurries over to grab a cup of what he hopes will be freshly brewed coffee and a blueberry muffin. Too bad they're all out of muffins today. He settles for a chocolate chip scone. Plate and mug in hand he returns to his chair, and should anyone else be having issues on this lovely Monday morning that's where he may be found.
What: Wherin Erik and whomever kill some time over a cuppa cuppa joe.
Where: The Learned Owl and Coffee Shop
When: Monday morning after the wee little munchkin's already been dropped off to school
Rating: G? Daddy's don't swear and besides... he's got to look good for all the moms who might be dropping by.
Whoever decided that Spring fell on the one of those days in late March was clearly mistaken, for on this Monday that should have been joyous and filled with birds singing and trees blooming, it was rather chilly and snow still littered parts of the streets where the lone plow for the county had yet to come through to scoot it away. Erik should know because he almost considered staying in simply because it took him nearly an hour to clear his private drive. However, he managed to make it out and was on his way out of town after dropping Sam off at school when his stomach grumbled.
Perhaps it was time for a muffin, or cookie, or something.
So, after parking his car right in front of his favorite spot for a cup of coffee, The Learned Owl, he's pushing through the door, careful to wipe his boots on the mat outside. There's no sense in dirtying up the establishment after all. Erik leaves his jacket folded over the back of a chair and hurries over to grab a cup of what he hopes will be freshly brewed coffee and a blueberry muffin. Too bad they're all out of muffins today. He settles for a chocolate chip scone. Plate and mug in hand he returns to his chair, and should anyone else be having issues on this lovely Monday morning that's where he may be found.