so there i am in vons planning the speech. nice and irrational: that's the last time i do groceries i don't care how many hours you sit whining you're hungry while your company car with the current registration sits out there with the full tank of paid-for gas and ... and then my eyes settled on the little drink holder in the basket: starbucks. there's a starbucks here. and magically the attitude vanishes. as i approach the counter, the thought "i'm going to get wired" slices a wide bright swath of enlightenment through the dark grumbling & the hysterical speechplans. grande caramel frappuccino with an extra shot, oh yeah.
it's not even so bad that we're all home today so this means much pointed cleaning, punctuated with demonstrations: "see, this is where the fruitflies breed, they crawl down the little straws of the juiceboxes." how nice.
Starbucks...
Vente White Mocha
The next best thing to being there...
i dig that caramel though. mmm. caramel.