Nothing says spring like a Frappuccino. In February. I don’t like ordering them because they are super annoying to make, and I feel bad making them do something that I hated with a passion when I worked there. But alas, it’s what I wanted, and I’m paying for it, so I got one. Tip: Always specify your milk. The default for frappuccinos is whole milk. Seriously. So do yourself a favor, and at least ask for 2% if you don’t want to have a heart attack.
I have a friend who drinks straight whole milk. I don’t understand. First off, it’s like a bazillion calories (though he’s a swimmer, so he has a high metabolism). And it’s so thick. I’d rather just drink a milkshake than have to chew my milk. Alright, you don’t have to “chew” whole milk, but it is really thick. I have the same thickness issue with Guinness. I have yet to drink an Irish car bomb, which is kind of sad, but I deal with it.
I decided this morning that I need to return that pillow. The weight of my head isn’t enough to squish any of the foam, so I basically feel like I’m sleeping on a rock. A contoured, low-lying rock. Luckily I was extra tired last night from my lack of sleep on Tuesday, so I fell asleep anyway.