I *Heart* Fiona’s

I have not always been the biggest fan of the new office, but there’s a silver lining to the cloud, and it even has a name – Fiona’s.

Fiona’s Sweet Shoppe is around the corner.  They sell all the best British candy and yummies.   Including, my favorite.

My friend took me to get dim sum for lunch, and then we walked around China Town a bit.  Eventually we were headed back to the cube farm by way of Sutter Street.   The most charming man works behind the counter, too.   There’s nothing bad that can be said about the place.   It’s purely delightful, and it reminds me of Grandma Peggy herself.

What Would I Do Without You?

At the risk of sounding like a commercial, I love Honda. My car is in the shop having it’s service done. I take it to the Honda dealership because I have the extended warranty. I just got a call from them. There’s a problem with the strut and engine mount. It’s covered by the Honda Care warranty. Gotta love Honda.

Three years ago, when I bought my car, it was slightly used and well loved. I was offered the extended warranty, and I’m glad I took it. It cost me just a little more each month, I think $10, but it sure has been comforting. Well worth the cost. I’m not sure how much this repair would be today without the warranty, but I’m sure I would have a hard time coming up with the ducats.

My financial worries are far from covered, though. I just got a bill from the hospital for $113, and it looks like I’m going to have to go back for more blood work and what not, too. Too bad my internal organs aren’t covered by Honda Care. I’ve got a motorcycle that was given to me as a gift that I still have to get registered and insured, not to mention learn to ride. I have no idea what it’ll cost to keep it.

So much for

I think I really need a

But it is really good to know that my car’s taken care of. Love Honda. Love them to pieces.

Update – So, I got the bill, and the Honda Care saved me $505 on the repair.   Whew.

Quote of the Day

This made me stop crying for a second:

 Friendship is like peeing your pants, everyone can see it, but only you can feel it’s true warmth.

This is from an email one of my co-workers forwarded to me.  It was about true friendship as opposed to the sappy friendship that only exists in forwarded emails.