A new bakery opened a little while ago on Main St. We now have: A mo
vie theater, a used book store, a new book store (grand opening is tonight), a cafe with fantastic sandwiches, a bakery, and a thrift store. Main St. just keeps getting better and better. Anyways, the guy who opened the bakery is so friendly, and I don't know how he manages to make everything in that tiny space. It's literally just one room with a counter dividing it, and some ovens on the other side with a table to prepare things. Here is a cinnamon roll with a veery good sausage and cheese croissant.I don't know why deodorants are always lying about how clear they are. The Degree UltraClear I'm using right now has a big Little Black Dress Approved sticker on its cap, not to mention it's called UltraClear. But no, if I don't put it on after I'm all dressed, I end up with big white streaks everywhere. Thank you, deodorant liars.
There's a web site where people submit videos of themselves crying while eating. In a not so shocking move, it's called cryingwhileeating.com. I was pretty horrified about this when I first only saw stills of some people crying while eating ice cream, until I realized that a) they sent them in themselves and b) they're amazingly bad at pretending to cry.
