This is a good one. So I'm sitting here at the computer, wasting time again when I *should* be organizing and packing, and I'm reading Gothamist and come across an article about some fabulous new French pastries that supposedly have only 25 calories in each.
Having just finished a meal comprising only about 1,500 calories I'm immediately interested, and click on the link to the 25 calorie French pastries, only to immediately find an error in the copy. It truly is a curse, having an eagle (proof-reader's) eye, but in this case, when I make the 25-calorie-miniature-pastry-baker aware of the error, she thanks me and asks if I would like to try her wares, which is like asking former president Bush if he would like to run away to Texas and never be seen in public again.
Once I get back to New York, I am very much looking forward to going to wherever Celine tells me to go to pick up my reward for having Jupiter and Chiron in Virgo.
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