Like Chocolate Croissants, Only Zero Calories
I'm having my first pumpkin spice latte of the season today. I thought it would be nice to be seasonal. But what I should have gotten was my reliable Americano and a chocolate croissant. I hope you enjoy this entry as much as I enjoy chocolate croissants.
In college, when I had no idea that the grande whole milk mochas I was consuming twice a day were making me chubby, anxious and sick, I would add a chocolate croissant and use it as consolation and motivation for reading my Spanish assignments, which were continually a teensy bit over my head. As in, read and understand three paragraphs, Rose, and then you can have a bite of chocolate croissant. I hope to replicate that experience, minus the whole "fat, sick and anxious" part, not to mention studying, this weekend, as I have these goodies from Trader Joe's waiting for me.
I love pastries. A pastry and coffee, early sometime in the morning, is one of my favorite things. Alas, the pastries in Spain look better than they taste.
Just trust me on this one. Or don't, and when you come to visit, I'll buy one, and you'll see. Spain is better at olives and cheese.
I apologize if you feel like I am unloading on you. I sort of am.
But, I really appreciate your presence at my blog. You're not a stalker in my book. Molly and I have the same thoughts about readers. I Lova ya!
Speaking of stalkers, here are 5 ways to protect your family online, just in case.
Does it seem like I've been spending too much time on the Internet?
Finally, an update on prefield (just warning you, it's not that great): I ordered a Shutterfly photobook of photos of Spain, candidate school, and missions-related images, and also incorporated a description of the work we'll be doing, the Missionary Covenant and our contact info. When we are presenting at churches, it will be on our display table. I promise I'll show it to you!
Ok, one last thing. I am hosting a Southern-themed (you know, Mason jars, sweet tea, magnolias and corn bread with honey) baby shower in September for my sweet friend Ally and her baby Margaret Pearl, and I am definitely making this. Because you really can't get more southern than peaches.
Aw, heck. What do I know about being Southern?
Well, I just wrote, "aw, heck." It's a start.
Special shout out to Miss Wisabus, a (Southern!) blogger heroine of mine and sister in Christ, whose Sunday-Morning Coffee posts inspired this entry that I needed to write simply to cure my writer's block. I wish I was as savvy as you at the good-ole Internets, but I hope I made you proud!