Funny story (notice when someone says that at the beginning that it turns out not to be such a funny story?) -- Brandi and I went grocery shopping last night. This is a task that I generally despise, but for some insane reason I made the offer to Casey at lunch yesterday to take on the dreaded shopping all by myself. As the work day drew to a close, I tried harder and harder to think of an excuse not to go, but alas...nothing would come to me. And then, a ray of hope -- if I could get Brandi to go with me, it would be more of an outing than a chore! To my relief, Brandi not only wanted to go, but also needed to buy groceries for she and John. We made a quick stop at Uptown for my lack-of-discipline-latte (hey, no judging out there!). Did you know that it's really tough to maneuver a shopping cart while drinking a 16 oz. latte? With whipped cream? Well... it is. Especially in the dairy section where apparently I looked at the sour cream the wrong way, so it cursed me and sent my latte flying (okay, a bit of an exaggeration) from the cart. Yes, readers, I had set the cup down in an effort to move at a pace just a smidge quicker than 0.2 mph. So sue me. I forgot that there were those hole-thingys in the cart, and so when I made just the slightest movement it all came crashing down. Well, just the latte really. It landed squarely on my jean cuffs and covered my shoes (my pretty, $8 shoes!) and feet with sticky latte goodness. Only when it's on your jeans and feet...it don't smell too good. Now you ask, was I upset about my jeans and feet being soaked, and was there embarassment over the huge mess on the floor? And I answer, No. All I could think was, My latte! I didn't even drink one-fourth of it, and it's gone! And that was very near the beginning of the dreaded grocery shopping that I had offered to take over for the evening. But never fear, the story is not a sad one. Brandi and I had a great time, as always, and the grocery bill was quite small, hurrah! I made one more stop at Uptown on the way home, this time for a 12 oz. latte...and I am happy to report that none of it ended up on my feet.
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Were you wearing sandals? That would be even worse! I hate sticky toes...
lol
Slip-on sort of shoes. Casual dressy. Now just messy. Ha! =)
Flying Latte? Physics police strike again!
I'm sure there is a Seinfield episode about that.
Hmm...can't think of one at the moment, Shellie. Although, when I returned to the coffee shop and told them my pitiable story, they did not seem terribly concerned. Now that is very Seinfeldesque!
The latte-Nazi wouldn't give you another one at a discount?
(a shame really, and you were doing so well on the no-caffiene diet---or were you?)
Ha! No, Luke, they were just like, "Oh..." and then waited for my order. It was worth a shot!
As far as the no-caffeine thing. I have sort of swung back and forth. The coffee I keep at home is decaf, and has been for a while, but I still make those all-important coffee runs now and then. Maybe the caffeine spillage is a sign...hmm.
There should be a comma instead of a period after 'the no-caffeine thing.' Ugh.
Not so much about the latte, but it is nice to know that other people do those kinds of things too.
I just wanted to say hello and that I love your blog and photoblog. Hope that you are feeling well.
The Carson family is doing well. Our oldest started kindergarten yesterday and we are adding our third (and final)addition to the family in mid October (don't know if boy or girl, we like to wait).
Hope that all the family is well.
God bless,
Kathy Carson
Kathy, I emailed you already, but just wanted to leave a comment and tell other readers how excited I am to hear from you! It's neat to find out that people have been reading when I didn't even know it. I miss you so much!!
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