Write about: the impression.
Bakery was super quiet this morning - I didn't sell my first cinnamon bun until 10:45. I hope there was a lunch time rush after I left at 11. The cold, windy weather didn't help people get out of bed, I'm sure, so maybe it was just a later than usual arriving crowd today.
Kat's parents are returning tomorrow evening and there are still lots of Ambrosia apples on the trees, so Max and I went out to get some of them into the cooler before they go bad in the orchard. We (well, he helped with the first one) got four crates, totaling around 92 pounds. Pretty sure I can find customers for all of that.
Day off tomorrow, but the forecast is calling for more rain. I think I hear the coffee shop calling my name...
"So, what do you think?"
"Of what? Of my Jack Nicholson impression!"
"That was supposed to be Nicholson?"
"Supposed to be? It was spot on, man!"
"I thought you were doing Lucille Ball."
"You... Lucille... okay. Hold on. Let me do my Sean Connery for you."
"I'd really rather you didn't..."