When Did I Become Ma’am?
Today I wasn’t going to go to Starbucks, but as I drove to work, I started feeling like I just needed a little Monday jolt of coffee goodness. I ordered my usual. Triple venti, non fat, mocha no whip. I get to the window and the little whelp working in the window says that will be $4.40 ma’am. Now if I were in the south I would expect that… but here in California unless you look 40 you don’t usually get called ma’am. I’m NOT 40… I don’t LOOK 40. OMG… or maybe I do? Could she see the grey hairs peeking out from behind all the dark ones? Could she hear the creaking in my bones as I moved to grab the coffee? OY! How did this happen? When did I hit that magical day when I get called Ma’am? *sigh*
A Bunch Of Random Thoughts…
There are only 4 more days before I leave for Pirate Faire. I am excited. I can’t wait to dress up like a crazy pirate, and run around all day drinking, flirting, and saying “Arrrrr”. Unless it rains, and then, well I am going to do all of the above, very wet.
There are only 2 more days till I can play Warhammer online again. YAY, the geeky side of me really is excited about this.
I am kind of addicted to watermelon Jolly Rancher candies.

