I downgraded my Starbucks this morning – a tall, rather than a grande. The chick at the coffee shop made the worst cappuccino I’ve had in a long time – it was too milky (far more like a latte), and just – blah. Hubby, who has picked up my “signature” coffee order a time or two, noticed that I got a smaller cup today and I started complaining about my drink.
“What size would you say that was?” he asked me. I said, “It’s a tall, which is basically like a small… But it was supposed to be a cappuccino!”
Hubby then said, “Would you say you ordered not a latte?” (As in “not a lot”).
Sometimes he is so corny, he makes me laugh.
On a brighter note, Pumpkin slept all the way through last night after having Hubby wake up with her Friday night. I half wonder if she figured, “Oh well, Mommy’s not waking up – might as well just sleep!”