I got a tall mocha light frappuccino from Starbucks this afternoon:
Afterwards, I decided that it would sound good to say that I got this in celebration of the first day of Spring. But I really got it because I wanted a chocolate milkshake and this is at least a little bit healthier. At least I didn’t get one of these:
I always wonder about these people, or those guys who sell the churros. I mean, did she make this cotton candy in her apartment? Does she have a cotton candy machine? Is she going to sue me for posting her picture online? Probably not, I don’t have nearly enough readers. Or enough money, for that matter.
Luckily I don’t like spun sugar and don’t eat things that were made in strangers’ living rooms, so I was not tempted by this at all. Instead, I came home and had an apple with peanut butter:
As you can see, Jack was intrigued. He hasn’t gotten any food off either of our plates in his life, but for some reason he still holds out hope that it might be his lucky day.