Today is a rainy Seattle day. Hard Rain. I had a non-eventful date (read: bad. He talked about his ex-wife, not loving Scrabble, and I think he had a wooden arm). I took Luke for a walk and grabbed a spontaneous cup (LARGE) of Mexican Hot Chocolate (MHC) from El Diablo. I chuckle that I went there afterwards, since I used to meet dates there -- now I like to think of it more as "my spot" so it is off-limits for blind daters. Anyway, I love the creamy, spicy taste of MHC. Plus, it reminds me of one of my Besties, Becka. She and I love Amazing Race, MHC, and Jesus (maybe not in that order). And, hey, doesn't the cup look angelic?
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Hot chocolate seems like the perfect antidote to a bad date. I hope I get a chance to try it out in March!
MHC - drool! It's been SOOOO long since we've enjoyed one together! Remember the days of getting our treat, going back to your place, watching AR, and talking a whole bunch? Miss those days! And that guy was obviously a loser - no scrabble???!??!?!?! Miss you, friend!!
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