For example, I love to read. I'm a straight up book nerd. I wrote recently about my love affair for the Ice and Fire series, which I finished. I could sit with my nose in a book and a hot cup of tea or apple cider, curl up on the couch and be content. I also love Halloween and all the spooky things that go along with it; the ghosts, demons, haunted houses! So I combined my two loves and bought a few scary books on my Nook. I just finished Come Closer, by Sara Gran and I'm starting Hell House by Robert Matheson. That makes me happy.
But I really wanted to share with you guys is a moment of unexpected fun that I had this week. I'm not alone in my love affair with Fall. I love the leaves, the weather, the clothes, the fall activities, and the foods that go along with the season. Many of you guys have made Fall inspired posts of recipes or photos and the like. But it really feels like fall when I have my first Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks. I'm almost obsessive about how and when I have them, delegating them to perfectly sublime moments of bliss where I can savor every sip. You can read about the Pumpkin Spice Latte Debacle from last fall by clicking HERE. So, Isabella, Andy, and I just spent a lovely afternoon at Sesame Place Spooktacular. We watched a show starring all your favorite Sesame Street Muppets, went on some rides, and ended the day with a hay ride with our good friend Grover. And I'm glad it wasn't Cookie Monster, because he just seems deranged, like in 10 years I can see him going postal on Elmo over a Tag Along cookie. It's happening.
Anyway, the weather was perfect; a cool chill, but sunny and the leaves were just right. The leaves have to be just right for the first Pumpkin Latte of the season. I like them crimson and burnt orange, not craptastic brown. Isabella fell asleep as soon as we put her in the car seat, she was probably relieved to have made it out of Sesame Place without running into Cookie Monster and his wayward eyes. So I looked at Andy and said, "Pumpkin Spice Latte?" He agreed. He has a weakness for them as well, although he doesn't share in my obsession for the perfect latte moment. Whatevs.
So my plan was, go into Starbucks, order the lattes with two pumps of pumpkin syrupy goodness, because the three they usually put overwhelms the flavor with sweetness (See I told you I have an unnatural obsession with these lattes), high tail it home so I can sit on the stoop and drink it and soak up all the Fall goodness.
Things didn't go on exactly as I planned. First of all, Isabella wanted to come in with me. Fine...we all went in. Then she insisted on a cake pop. Fine, they're deliciousness and if I wasn't going to drink up my fun calories for the day, I would have eaten one too. But she insisted on a pink cake pop and they didn't have any left, but the barrista behind the counter saw Isabella's little lip quiver in disappointment and offered her the display model. Fine, we'll take it. Andy and I got our lattes and headed for the door, but Isabella didn't join us. Instead she climbed up on a cushy brown leather chair, took of her jacket, and started eating her pop and making eyes at the people sitting across from her. So we all sat down, had a conversation with two old ladies, and drank our lattes. And it was super fun!
Sometimes fun creeps up on you when you least expect it. Although, I am planning on spending some time alone with a pumpkin latte and a good horror story in the near future. Any scary book recs?
Oh, and a very happy birthday to my cousin Nicole! Have a great day. We'll do Char again soon.