You know everything is made in China and…have you seen some of the mountains over there? Some of ’em just ain’t raht. Back to the Starbucks situation… The espresso-making may be happening in the guestroom closet. If I were to go check in there now, I could leave thinking she wasn’t in there making a morning frappucino for my dudes, when she is really in the corner under the wrapping paper heating milk like nobody’s business. Now that I am realy thinking about it, I do vaguely remember seeing steam coming from the corner the other day when I was looking for a gift bag. I was running late, as usual, and meant to investigate that further when I returned. She is probaly making them a Mountain Dew Frappucino. Wait ’til I find her. I’ll ask her to make me a petite/short/little-bit/dainty one (are one of those before Tall, Grande & This-thang’s-huge?) so I can keep up with the little stinkers…that I love dearly, of course. Dang it, I can tell Tie-you is about to wrap up. Before I conclude, let me just say that I am either going to stop this blog altogether or will make it private. If you’d like to read it here and there, let me know & I will add your e-mail to the “invitation list”.
Mountain Dew Frappucino
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