I think I have hit a wall. Saturday morning I went to my local drive thru coffee shop. I drove up, the girl said medium black with a straw, I shook my head yes, she collected my cash and my punch card, handed the change and punch card back, I commented on her lovely nail polish, she said thanks and I drove off. Five minutes later I realized that I had driven off without my coffee. By then I was on I-5, too far away and too embarrassed to go back.
I will see the coffee crew in the morning and I am pretty darn sure that they will make fun of me. Hey I would too.
Let's just say that I need a day off, and I am looking forward to this weekend. I hope it rains so I don't feel bad laying around all day. That's what I plan to do.
I WAS BORN WITH A SUITCASE IN MY HAND: ADVENTURES AROUND THE WORLD Becky Rochester would gladly live out of a suitcase if it meant she could see the world, and that is what she did and continues to do today. She has lived in WI, IL, PA, CA, OR, New Zealand and Australia. Working in different wineries and vineyards and now a brewery, she lives life to the fullest. Sometimes following her heart instead of her head put her in some difficult situations, but she wouldn't change a thing.
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