Unicorns are in the news this week in a very big, almost sickening sweet kind of way. Please don’t ask baristas like my darling daughter how they really feel about that flavor changing, color changing, totally not made up Unicorn Frappuccino because they just might tell you. I would add too that you and I don’t need to chide them either reminding them that they should just be thankful that they have a job making our frappuccinos because frankly, every barista I have known…or have given birth to – times three…is actually mostly thankful making lovely caffeinated and sugary concoctions and greeting all who pass through – whether those whom they serve return the greetings or not. But, like you, like me, like pretty much every single human on the planet who has a job, some days the job just sucks and in order to convince ourselves to come back the next day to do it all over again, a person just has to vent…a little…a lot. If you have never, ever, ever hated your job and complained even just a teensy, tinsy little bit, well then I guess you get to be the unicorn who can tell a barista to shut up, be thankful and make that frappuccino now, dammit. But yeah, the Unicorn Frappuccino seems to be a big thing and just might be the most basic thing too.
I might be right.
Meanwhile, unicorns, that are the gingers, the 2% of this world, are not cannibals so we shall stick to our strawberries and cream, caramel cream and cold brews as we do.
After all, we need to be properly fueled for our unicorn-y, Spring Break-y, Mima and grand girls adventures.
Choosing THE song of the Summer because, sure it’s only April but, Summer is coming. Get ready. We told you here…today.
as unicorns do.
Oh my goodness! It has! It has been ten years. But honestly, I don’t have the time to think about that.
It’s time to pick up Uncle Daniel and yeah, we might be unicorns, but we just might be a little bit basic too, as we are taking selfies in the school pickup line.
Okay, one more because my grand girls asked me to.