The other day the kids and I were heading out to the pool. As I was wrestling to get their bathing suits on (um, and mine lol), running around to gather towels and googles, and sunscreen, I heard a blender. I didn’t think much of it.
Let’s be real. I’ve never had a pumpkin spice latte. I’ve never had the craving. The inclination. The salivating tastebuds silently screaming sppiiiiice. Pumpkiiiin spiiiiiice. It just hasn’t happened.
If I could, I would go to a coffee shop multiple times a day. There is something I love about having someone make me coffee, put it in a paper coffee mug, and sip on something that doesn’t taste like the crap I have at home. Ok, in all fairness the stuff I got isn’t total crap. It does the trick. Jaryd says he loves it (um, not so sure about this). I just love the coffee shop experience.