We spent our entire weekend at a state basketball tournament.
One ritual we have when going to basketball games or church is to stop at Starbucks so my hubby can get a double tall white chocolate mocha. Whatever that is. I don’t do coffee.
In the fall, I sometimes get a caramel apple cider, but only once in a while. It’s really good – REALLY good – but I think Starbucks is way overpriced and gimmicky, so there you go.
But this weekend, my daughter wanted to get a strawberries and cream frappuccino. Eww, I thought – strawberry coffee? No, she explained, it’s more like a shake.
So she got one and I tried it.
Let me tell you, I am not a person who is easily surprised. Very little shocks me. But that strawberries and cream frappuccino was the best thing I’ve ever had. I kept going on and on about how good it was, and my husband and daughter were cracking up. I told them I could now die a happy person because I had tasted heaven.
Sure, it’s just a little thing, but sometimes the little things make all the difference.
Oh, and on a different note - that HUGE rainstorm we're getting right now - just imagine if that was snow. It would be measured in feet.
I'm so glad it's spring.
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