The Cozy Corner

ummm... is quiet something we strive for? 🤔🤭🤫
I feel challenged 😂😂
I mean it’s called the COZY CORNER not who can post the craziest stuff middle of the room place.

There is nothing wrong with quiet and peaceful and calm and serene and etc..

There is a Dark Alley around here with a pub, a bookstore, a dragon and it’s gets loud there. I met a really cool guy there (I still have his denim jacket) you may know him?
 
I like to slip into hotel conference rooms as they are breaking up and steal myself a cup of coffee and a doughnut.
I’d like to see this play out. Do you plan it in advance? How close are you to know when it ends? Do you go to multiple hotels in one day? Are you a doughnut bandit?
 
I’d like to see this play out. Do you plan it in advance? How close are you to know when it ends? Do you go to multiple hotels in one day? Are you a doughnut bandit?
I'm in hotels a lot, so I can read the hallways and figure out which conferences are on break and which are finishing up.
 
I would give anything for one more of my grandma's fresh from the fryer cake donuts dipped in sugar!
Or to sit at her table with a piece of toast listening to her and my mom talk (gossip) about extended family and having hot chocolate to dunk the pb toast in. I can see that table and kitchen.
 
I mean it’s called the COZY CORNER not who can post the craziest stuff middle of the room place.

There is nothing wrong with quiet and peaceful and calm and serene and etc..

There is a Dark Alley around here with a pub, a bookstore, a dragon and it’s gets loud there. I met a really cool guy there (I still have his denim jacket) you may know him?
Yep, I think I know him... he can be such a loud obnoxious pain in the ass... Really the only way I have found to shut him up is by kissing him... 😉💋
 
Or to sit at her table with a piece of toast listening to her and my mom talk (gossip) about extended family and having hot chocolate to dunk the pb toast in. I can see that table and kitchen.
Grandma was maybe 5 foot. My job was to sit quietly at the table with my cocoa and cinnamon toast while she went about her day telling me all about the family. The only time she spoke her native language was under her breath when she was mad at Grandpa and didn't want me to know what she was saying. Even in her frustration shed turn and see me and smile "good boy" When my mom was helping her around the kitchen I'd be forgotten in my quiet spot with the cocoa and cinnamon toast and that's where I learned all the good parts.
 
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