That Sabrina, she’s a sassy one.

An endless source of entertainment for Eric and me this evening, we were laughing into our teacups, snorting butter biscuits, as that loud Long Island accent bounced around the van. What we know about her in the half hour she joined us for tea time, comes from her stories of DMV employment, tales of Gracie the dog, and in relating the crowning achievement of her life: that $2 moment that got her on stage with Bob Barker. (Before Price is Right went to shit of course. That Drew Carey is trying to bullshit a bullshitter.) She’s wildly superstitious, has a twin sister named Melissa (Mo,) and is prone to chain smoke when anxious. She’s forever assigning new nicknames (not all of which are complimentary) and will herself respond to “Kimberly.”

Eric, between chuckles, insists I ought to be a voice actor.

^ Coffee crawling in Wellington