Carmel Mocha Frappuccino (or however you spell it)

Well, something hilarious just happened in Starbucks, after I published the last post. Some lady started drinking her drink and realized that it wasn't hers. The poor unfortunate who was its owner just stood by and watched. It had SEVEN squirts of vanilla. Is someone obsessed with vanilla here? I think so.

Cheers!
--Mary

Hello World!

There is nothing quite like sitting in a Starbucks and blogging (or, as they say in the United Kingdom, St. Arbucks :). No, we haven't died or anything that tragic, unless you can call excessive amounts of homework tragic. We just got busy. and then, busier :)

Well, we went to the orthodontist today for one final retainer fitting. I guess it must have been multiples day at the orthodontist because there was a set of eight-year-old triplets there when we arrived. The one other patient in the room who was NOT a twin or a triplet must have felt pretty alone and confused. I was confused myself.

So, in order to do some fun things in town, I'm sitting in Starbucks attempting to write on my novel, and failing miserably.

We haven't really gotten the hang of this blogging thing yet. My greatest connection to it is the little button attached to my toolbar in Firefox, which I rarely click on. Perhaps I will visit this lonely spot in the near future and cheer it up a bit...now there's a thought.

Cheers!
--Mary