Peanut butter, chocolate, butterscotch, and crisped rice—a Midwest delicacy
Snickerdoodle Scones
With a light drizzle
Gram’s Potluck Sheet Cake
Light chocolate cake with a thick layer of frosting
I know it’s crazy.
I know I wouldn’t have the first clue about running a business. I mean, I’ve had ideas over the years—business ventures that would’ve given me something to do other than drum up ideas for John’s campaigns or work with one of his mother’s charities. But noneof those ever got beyond the what-if phase. Something always stopped me—that little voice in the back of my mind saying, “Who do you think you are?”
The voice that always reminded me I don’t know a thing about running a business. It would never work.
But WHAT IF IT DOES?
Even if I never act on it, it feels really good to dream again.
Claire: I went on date #2.
Minnie: Scott! Architectural boat tour!
Tell me everything!
Claire:...
Minnie: Uh-oh.
Claire: It started off fine.
I’ve been wanting to do this boat tour for years—but Scott had done it so many times, he practically had the spiel memorized. He even corrected the guide when he got a fact wrong about the glass buildings in Chicago.
Minnie: He did not.
Claire: He did.
Minnie: Out loud?
Claire: Yep.
Minnie: Ope
Claire: I think correcting people is his personality.
He corrected me when I apparently ordered the wrong wine with my chicken.
Minnie: Shut up.
Claire: And also when I told him I loved how charming my neighborhood is.
Minnie: He corrected your opinion?
Claire: He corrected Google Maps.
Minnie: Oof
Claire: He also showed up with a small Bluetooth speaker with a “first date playlist” and HE PLAYED IT ON THE BOAT.
