$27 coffee

Tuesday afternoon, I took Em out bra shopping (shhh, I should use a euphemism but she never reads this unless I show her something). I also needed to return some (yucky Simply Soft that I mistakenly thought I could deal with in making Abi a "soft" pink sweater) yarn and check to see if they got anymore Wool-Ease (only $1.97!) in stock at Wallyworld. So how did we end up at Barnes and Noble?

Tuesday morning, I poured my first cuppa and opened the fridge for my fav cinnamon vanilla creamer. All gone. Lacking the equipment for a bypassing-the-taste-buds transfusion, I made do with a splash of Peter's vanilla syrup and some skim milk. Ick. I didn't even finish it, much less go for more. So, by afternoon, I was desperately in need of a caffeine fix. Especially going bra shopping with Ms. Stand-to-one-side-not-actually-looking-at-anything-in-particular-and-muttering-"eh"-in-response-to-anything-I-might-offer-for-her-consideration. And MOST especially after having already gone bra shopping with Ms. Kait AKA nothing-fits-so-I'm-not-even-going-to-try-without-making-everyone-jump-through-hoops-until-they-rip-out-their-own-hair-in-effort-to-restrain-themselves-from-beating-me-senseless.

Starbucks is kinda sorta on the way to Wallyworld. Well, if you usually drive around the entire mall, it is. So we went to Starbucks. Which is oh so conveniently located inside Barnes and Noble. Which I have a Reader's Advantage discount card for (Thank you, Hon! And may you never have any idea exactly how much money that membership saves us!). Anyway, I couldn't possibly walk into B&N without checking the crafty bookshelves, right? Of course not. And there it (OK, there were LOTS of its, but I have such amazing self control, I managed to narrow it down to just one it) was--Scarf Style.

I flipped it open to show Em the nifty scarf made in multi-colored strips connected by bobbles. Way cool. And the entrelac wrap that would look so loverly knit up with my vacation yarn (the hell with enlarging that scarf pattern that I keep losing the link to anyway). I might have been able to convince myself I could put the book on my gift wishlist and wait until Christmas (in hopes that Peter might actually gift me with something from my wish list...not that I'm complaining, he's always wonderful at gift giving). I probably could have walked away.

Except for the voice.

"Get it...you know you want it...GET IT!"

It's really trashy to tell your kid to shut up in the middle of a crowded store.

So, I got it.

And that's how "two cups of coffee" (yeah, right, like we'd just order "coffee" at Starbucks...more like "venti skim cappuccino and a grande pumpkin-spice frappucino") ended up costing $27.

Now go away so I can smoke my crack...er...drool over my new book in peace.