The scone. Oh that scone.

The whole time I was in Scotland I was looking for a good scone, a scone as good as HERS. I found one in Nairn, near Cromarty Firth. At a place called THE PANTRY. On HIGH STREET.
OH it was the best meal I've had in a long time, and I gotta say whatever coffee they use for the lattes is ...the best I've ever had. I wish I'd thought to ask what kind it was.
And I want to learn how to make scones. I need the best scone recipe on the planet.
:)
work today was NOT MAGIC. But coming home to emails from my Scottish family about how they really liked having me and can't wait to see me again, that IS magic.
*sigh*
I am waiting to hear from HER. I think she's out of town, traveling. I sent her a picture of the lovely scone I found that was as good as hers. LOL!
Oh dear. And; I got a call from someone who wants to date based on some e-mails from a Craigslist ad. I was at work when she called and now I haven't really the time to call, well I guess I do have the time but I don't call anyone until after nine if I can help it. I should probably call her and explain my AT&T minutes.
She sounded kind of hoarse on the phone. She says she is a 'polite social smoker'. hhmm... dunno how far that can go. I never did like the way some people are always needing to go outside to smoke, like during movies, or ...dinner, or whatever. It disrupts things, if you ask me.
At any rate, we'll see what happens. I got an email from this chicks' best friend talking her up. Which I found weird until I figured out that this chick doesn't have a computer. How far can I go with someone who isn't into tech and smokes?