The prep is almost over. We’ve bought all the Christmas presents, wrapped everything, and picked up everything we’ll need. The laundry is done, and the house is not a complete disaster. All that’s left is to pack and do a little light cleaning.
I was going to post something last night, but Broadchurch is finally on Netflix. (!!Yay!!) We watched the first episode on YouTube months ago, but that was kind of a pain, so we figured we’d wait. Last night we watched three episodes (hence the lack of posting), and only the knowledge that Doug would beat us senseless if we were too tired to defend ourselves in class this morning kept us from watching the last two. Now we’re going to have to wait for the weekend. It’s going to be difficult. Turns out I missed seeing David Tennant on my television screen. (Sigh. I love him.)
So we went to bed, but my book kept me up later than I’d planned (I just started Attachments by Rainbow Rowell), and then I had a dream about a zombie woman who was attacking my car (which has NOTHING to do with my book – there are no zombies (yet)), so I’m pretty darn tired this morning anyway. Starbucks helps. At least my drink was right today. I went Monday morning, and for the first time in forever (who’s singing with me?), they got my drink WRONG. Like god-awful wrong. And I didn’t realize it until I got to the office. It didn’t ruin my morning or anything (I’m not that much of a drama queen), but it was awful. I like mint, and I like mint chocolate, but I don’t want mint anywhere near my coffee. A peppermint white mocha smells horrendous and tastes worse. I shudder just thinking about it.