Can't you practically smell the buttery aroma and feel their flaky outside and soft warm centers. There are a lot of things I'm passionate about but one of the tops if a fresh croissant. You know I love him, but I might sell Mac if it meant that someone would bring me a warm croissant every morning. Lucky for him the chances of that are slim...but one can dream.
What are you lovelies up to this weekend? Tonight we'll be having dinner and watching Burlesque (yes with Cher, don't judge it's been on my guilty pleasure list for a while). Saturday I'll be making pillows for Etsy, baking, and hopefully eating more croissants. Then Sunday we'll be playing in go-karts with Mac's nephew and launching toy rockets! Have a great weekend loves full of fun and good food!
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Flour on my feet.
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I miss Cambria.
To anyone else, this would seem like a nonsensical haiku. But you and I know better.
p.s. I was waiting to call you and giving you time to get home from work then fell asleep on the couch last night at 7:30 - phone call fail.
Maybe Mac can be your warm croissant delivery man–best of both worlds!
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