It is no secret. For years I was addicted to venti black tea lemonades with 6 pumps of clear syrup. When I started having trouble with my skin and realized I couldn't venture outside of my town without first mapping out the Starbucks along the route, I realized I had a problem. I went cold turkey. Then one day, I was at Starbucks meeting a friend. At a loss for what to order, I recounted my woes regarding the sugar and calories in the black tea lemonade and she said, "Try it with Splenda'. There ended my dry spell. I could have my black tea lemonade with but a fraction of the calories and sugar. Yay! Boo! Yay!!
Today, Ave went to swim team and I wandered over to the nearby Starbucks where I discovered they have come out with their own version of My-Favorite-Cup-Ever, the insulated picnic cups from Cost Plus World Market that don't spill when you knock them over and keep your drink icy cold for twice as long. My big gripe was they sold out of the large size almost immediately and I almost immediately broke the two large sized cups I got. Starbucks now makes their own 'Trenta' version. Yowee. Two of my favorite things: black tea lemonade in a cup I can carry around everywhere and reuse. This has all but eliminated my usage of the red plastic party cups of which I was previously so fond.
SO, I'm sitting there today at Starbucks- drinking out of my new cup and reading ever so slowly book two of Suzanne Collins Hunger Games series. Yes, these are YA books. The first one was fabulous, though. As I sat there and thought about Katniss's plight, I started tearing up. WHAT THE HELL? First, it takes a pretty good tearjerker to jerk my tears around. Second, this wasn't even supposed to be a particularly sad or moving part of the book.
All I can think is: hormones. Horriblemones is what they should be called.
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