So, I have to tell you about my weekend. I snuck out with baby girl on Saturday leaving my flu-ridden husband and son to do some grocery shopping. I went to two stores, strategically chosen based on price and availability of what I was looking for. I decided that since the rest of my weekend would consist of cleaning up after the sickness of others, canning, and (although I didn't know it then) being sick myself, I deserved a special once-a-month treat of a pumpkin spice latte from Starbucks. I'm sure you agree. So, an hour after heading out, I found myself in a line at Starbucks in front of 3 young women, all who looked approximately like this. Seriously. They were gorgeous. Exotic faces and shiny dark hair, perfectly fashionable outfits, waists approximately the size of my left thigh ordering mochas with no milk, sugar or cream (ok, that part may be a bit of an exaggeration...). But, if I were a man, I would've totally been drooling. And, there I was.
Stay right here, 'cause these are the good old days.