Anti-chai

Mmm I just made Anti-Chai. (Because, despite my obsession with cardamom and nearly everything that contains it, get me anywhere near a clove and people start telling me to stop or my face will stick like that.)

So... the deliciousness? Second-brewing light hazelnut coffee mixed with milk, then vanilla extract, sugar, and cardamom, followed by unsweetened cocoa. It's delicious.


My anti-chai scoffs at cloves.

Meishness. (What shock!)

I definitely got up the urge to ask if I could hide a book under the counter at the bead store for the long stretches when nobody is there. I was quite proud of it- I generally have this whole mental-freakout when I plan to broach awkward topics where I fight with myself a lot and then squeak it out sounding like a twelve year old boy with a rash. This time I was surprisingly offhand about it.

However, this was to no avail; actual quote: "Nope. No books. You just have to sit here and watch soap-operas with me."

And she was serious.



Yesterday I checked out a woman who was buying $118 dollars worth of Swarovski crystals for a pair of FLIP FLOPS. (She was wearing ones in red and white, but this time over she wanted some in green and white.)
I have no words.