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And the boycott ends


Proving once again that I can't stay mad at anyone, even a money-hungry greedy coffee chain, my boycott (announced on Monday) ended Thursday as I could not resist the comfy chairs, tempting pastries (always looking better than they taste) and a FedEx'd from Heaven (do you capitolize Heaven? good heavens?) frothy frozen, minty-mocha-like bliss in a cup. I am dissapointed at me too.

One quick word of travel advice, don't make a cross-country trip a day trip. Red-eyes in both directions will lead to black-eyes. I went through sleep-deprivation, punch drunk happy, sour moods of caffine withdrawl... you name it. I did make time to stop at Rubios for fish tacos (one has to have priorities) and was home by the time my kids woke up the day after I left. Then I slept all day... Oh, and the Chrysler Pacifica Touring edition is a very nice car, if you have the means, I reccommend checking one out.

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