MMMM Frosty

I am normally a hot coffee kinda gal. I don't go in for the frozen whipped cream topped thingys you can buy at the coffee shops. Gimme a nice 2% latte and I am happy. Usually. And since I've been decaffeinated since October, I have mostly been drinking hot tea. I had a bit of an aversion to coffee smell there for a while (which was awful for such a coffee lover as me. I mean, I would have been glad to not drink it, but wanted to at least enjoy the smell!!) But recently, I've been able to stand decaf coffee beverages. Andrew roasts his own coffee beans, and he made me some decaf espresso blend, and I've had a few of them lately. I can still sort of take them or leave them-- the habit is broken right now so it's not a big loss. I most likely will stay mostly decaffeinated till after the breastfeeding is all over. I may then go to "half caff"-- we'll see. BUT today we just finished driving up to Shreveport; it's hot; I was really thirsty. I chugged a glass of ice water as soon as I got to the coffee shop after dropping Andrew at work and it just sounded soooo good to get one of those frozen coffee beverages. So I got a frozen frappe thingy. DECAF thank you very much (although I think that the one lady who works here keeps giving me the evil eye ANYway. Whatever).

Man was that thing tasty!!! MMMMMM. I am content now. I'll be heading off to pick up some groceries for tonight, and Andrew and I will lollygag around the base quarters hotel-like room and watch a movie or something. Anyhoo. I'm here, and the drive wasn't too bad. On the drive I thought of a scene in my novel-to-be that is important to include-- I have the whole plot of it pretty well worked out; it's one of the first novels I've ever gotten the ENTIRE thing of in my head. And mostly from a dream! :) It starts like this: "I'm a ghost. No, not the way you’re thinking; I don’t go around rattling chains and making spooky noises in someone’s house, dripping blood and warnings of Hellfire on the walls." I have about 7 single spaced pages written and it's just about to get to the part where the narrator becomes a ghost. I have some description to write that I thought of in the car. Fun, huh?