There’s a little something I do. It’s a habit of sorts, but, unlike most of my habits, this is one I strive to maintain rather than suppress.Read More
The boxes are beginning to pile up, the paint has been purchased, and a sense of transition mingles with the comfort of my pumpkin-scented candles.Read More
I love when Mr. Pedantic suggests that we pull through that magical drive-thru to pay an obscene amount of money for a white and green cup with a scribbled interpretation of my name that only holds what I actually ordered a solid fifty percent of the time.
We complain to each other about the atrocious service and celebrate when the drink actually tastes as it should - a thing which some misinformed members of society might believe to be compulsory - but time and time again I long for that truly American experience. I have no doubt that $4.75 of my $5.00 goes to pay for just that, the experience, and gosh I do love it.Read More