My aim is to wander the store to find a b'day gift for a friend.
First I sit down and sip on the pumpkin spice. I can't believe it. It has absolutely no flavor atall! I'm also ashamed of myself for ordering it. It cost over four dollars.
Leonard Maran on FB says Starbux is toxic. That's the first thing that comes to mind.
Seems like they've never gotten a request to return something, unlike our Giant Supermarket.
It takes approx 20 mins to return it and get a very strong Decaf which I fill with arf and arf. I'm a 'black' woman but
There's nothing more ridiculous than wandering around the store with coffee in your hand. You might spill it.
Here's where I spilled it.
I went to sit over by the magazines, boot and I, and attempted to take a sip. Since I'd added cream, I hadn't replaced the lid correctly.
The hot coffee spilled down by blouse - I was shocked - that must be what it's like to have an instant heart attack - but worse still - it spilled on two books I was looking for as gifts.
I wiped it off pretty well on this book, but not on tother, where it left a stain on the cover.
I turned both books upside down on anudder bench and wondered how I could redeem myself.
I did, sort of, by buying two books for my friend. I showed Scott, who agreed they look great!
Candice Millard. Born in 1968.
Funny, cuz she wrote about presidents and her last name is, well, Millard Fillmore.
You know how drivers are always in a hurry?
You should have seen one person on the way home. She or he was actually teetering on the median so she could make a quick left turn.
Here's my FB poem for this morning.
MIRROR MIRROR ON THE WALL What shall Ruthie wear today? The squrrels are gabbing as I choose This isn't any ordinary day It's fall and I is chilled. Opening up a drawer marked "Sweaters" in Aunt Ethel's ivory-white chest of drawers my old friends greet me So many favorites. How could I have forgotten you over the summer of sandals and tank tops and dresses Eyes closed, I pick YOU, darling blue and white stripes with a useless tie for decoration or to feel like a mariner And now I go out into the world. Same as ever. But dressed to kill.