Hello you fab chaps!
Well, here we are, looking back on another week lived, facing the beautiful blank slate (oh how I wish!) of the approaching weekend.
I love Fridays because I truly believe they have life re-generating powers.
And what, might you ask, are other (real-life) things that share those same invigorating powers?
For the answer to this question, please look no further than THIS:
OKAY.
I drink coffee every day. I wouldn’t say that I drink a TON of the stuff – for instance, between Monday and Friday I drink a vanilla latte every morning, and come the weekend, I drink at least one cup of java (but never more than two), upon rising from my bed of rest.
In my humble opinion, there is no better way to herald the breaking dawn than with a piping hot mug of milky, sweet espresso.
(Urg, I feel weird just using the term “breaking dawn.” DAMN YOU TWILIGHT!)
Weekend coffees have become even more deluxe of late, what with the addition of a Nespresso milk steamer/frother to our kitchen gadget repertoire.
(Full disclosure: other than our raclette machine and a decrepit old blender, said repertoire is pretty darn bleak.)
Anyway, now that I have purchased the above pictured vanilla syrup, I really feel like our adventures into the world of joe are just going to EXPLODE.
Think of the possibilities!
Vanilla steamed milk for nights when I’m feeling eight hundred years old!
London fogs for mornings when I’m feeling particularly Dickensian!
Vanilla café au laits for every other time other than the two I’ve mentioned above!
ALL RIGHT.
Also.
Do you know what is the actual exact opposite of what I have just described above?
THIS:
BLECH.
Who decided to make diet Crush cream soda happen?
They should be publicly shamed, and then sent to Baffin Island for twenty-years of hard labour.
Talk about toxic waste in a can.
Yeah, yeah, I realize that pop of any kind isn’t exactly a staple of a healthy, organic (blahblahblah) lifestyle, but JEEZE LOUISE.
Somethings are sacred!
And by somethings, I mean CRUSH CREAM SODA.
Won’t somebody please think of my childhood?
In other news…
What the heck is going on here:
Do people have hundreds (or thousands) of loonies and toonies just lying about, clogging up their living space?
Is this a worry that people have?
“Oh sorry Jim, I would totally have you over, but my place is just over-run with coinage. Thank goodness Metro News has provided me with the tools I need to combat this problem head on!”
Good grief.
I never, ever have cash, let alone enough change to fill out an entire bank roll.
But a girl can dream, can she not?
And if I’m going to spend my life dreaming, I am going to do it dressed like THIS:
Fifteen dollar pants?
CHECK.
Paddington Bear coat?
CHECK.
A date with a microphone, stage, and comedy-hungry audience?
Checkcheckcheck.
…
So what’s on the docket for all you beauty cats this weekend?
And what drink will you be having?
Do be sure to tell me, because I’m taking orders.
Rant and Roll 