You know, right behind the birth of your children or getting a book published.
Before I go any further, allow me to enlighten you, dear reader: My mother in law (a hard-core coffee lover) is of the opinion that it’s not coffee I enjoy, but a little coffee with copious amounts of cream and sugar. Being the fount of wisdom that she is, I cannot argue with her. Nor would I want to. She helps keeps my children in toy heaven and is also a supplier of many a Sunday meal. I’m just sayin’ . . .
Where was I?! Oh, yes: I have found an especially delicious treat in Starbucks Dark Chocolate Peppermint Mocha Frappuccino.

Doesn’t it just speak to you? The packaging is brilliant with the vibrant red and warm chocolate brown. Makes my mouth water just lookin’ at it. Those marketing people have my number, I admit.
On a fateful trip to Target one drizzly afternoon, it called to me from the eye level shelf (those pesky sales associates always do that, don’t they?!) and jumped into my arms. It only took 0.7 seconds before it was in the cart and MINE. All mine. Sort of. Well, not at all because later I had to share with The Calm One – the quasi-coffee drinker himself. He lavished high praise in deciding that it was "pretty good.” To lift part of a verse from Genesis (a dangerous thing, I know), I’ll go one better: “It was very good.”
Since then, I’ve scoured the city looking for the best price of my new favorite treat. With a “limited time” proclamation written right on the handy carrying box, I have no time to lose. Priorities, people, priorities. Sick children? What sick children?!
I’m just sayin’ . . .

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