Tis' the Season for Freezin'!

It's the freezin' season, so have you stopped at Starbuck's lately? Even though I determined that I would not be spending my hard earned dollars on frivolous coffee purchases...I found myself at a Starbuck's over the weekend (it was a whole five degrees in Denver, so sue me). This is a testament to my dedication!

Anyway- instead of a coffee drink, I opted for my all time favorite, a Chai Latte with Soy. What came next, you must be wondering? My husband challenged me to a duel. He doubted my abilities to jingle about the delicious drink. So, he gave me a time limit - I can't remember exactly what it was (I've slept since then) but it was something like two minutes. So, here is my pressure cooker poem:

Frothy Chai Latte with Soy,
Your delightful taste fills me with joy,
When I place my lips upon your cup, I wonder - is your promise a ploy?
You are as profound as Tolstoy.
I take a sip and it is then that I understand,
Your promise is no drip.

I can't decide which I like best but I think both are hilarious. The fact that I worked in Tolstoy makes me chuckle a little. I mean, not to toot my own horn...because obviously they are both ridiculous - but FUNNY!

So maybe you should give up your stall mate with Starbuck's and stay warm this evening? It's eight degrees in Denver at the moment. A frothy chai latte would "warm the cockles of you heart" and a super cool Irishman I know might say. But maybe he wouldn't say that at all, and I've gone and put him in a stereotypical Irish box. Whatever, he'll get over it.