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Damn Groundhog

Something tragic happened today.  I went to Starbucks for lunch, because sometimes the only thing that I want is a Venti Soy Pumpkin Spice Latte, no whip.  Since the Target Starbucks has been broken the last umpteen times I've tried to go I haven't had my fix in a while.  So, today at lunch I ran to the mall.  Went up to the counter, and order my PSL.  I was informed they were out of Pumpkin.  Which means Pumpkin Spice season is over!  I can't have another one until the Fall.  Seriously people.  This is not good.  How will I comfort myself now.  (I know, Mary will tell me to work out or something, but it's just not the same!)

My wonderful sister, in trying to cheer me up about this horrible end to my crappy week, informed me that it just means it's almost Spring.  And that I'll be running outside in the warm sunshine soon.  So, I guess Phil really didn't see his shadow, and we aren't stuck with 6 more weeks of winter.  Well, thanks a lot you damn rodent.  Now what the heck am I going to drink for lunch?

Comments

Jenn said…
Lol...I love reading your perspective on life. Your words are just like I'm listening to you talk. I had my own crappy Starbucks experience today (i actually went cuz after reading ur fb status, i realized i havent been there in awhile)...ordered a tall skim white choco mocha, in the drive thru. Paid. Drove away. Took a SIP of my drink, and tasted hot milk, with absolutely nothing in it. NOT EVEN EXPRESSO. And I was late going somewhere so I couldn't go back. Boo Starbucks today!!!
Anonymous said…
Wait a second, they are out of THiS? WHAT! I don't know if even a bike ride will even fix this.

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