My First Love

Over the Thanksgiving weekend I drank something that made me fall in love with my taste buds.

My sister bought me a hot apple cider carmel whipped cream drink at Caribou Coffee. It was the best thing I've tasted in years. I can't get it out of my mind. I have to have one but it's so fattening. I wake up in the middle of the night sweating just thinking about having one. I've been having daily fights with myself.

Ann and I went to Twelve Oaks today and she went into Starbucks. I know there is nothing for me in Starbucks because I don't drink coffee. I went in with her and my eyes scanned the menu. They had the exact same drink that Caribou Coffee does. I was so happy. I didn't have a penny on me but like a junkie... I had to get that drink.

If you're totally honest don't read the rest of this post but if you're like me (a minor scammer) keep on reading...

I ordered the drink. The biggest one they had. I told the woman that my name was in 'the book' because they messed up my order last time. She said ok and asked for my name. I told her Peaches Peabody (Ann was cracking up in the background.) The woman went in the back room to look for "the book" then came out and told the guy making my drink that I didn't have to pay. How likely do you think it is that Peaches Peabody had a messed up drink order at the Twelve Oaks Starbucks?