My husband doesn’t like chocolate. Of any variety, like at all. I tell you what, when I found that out while we were dating, it was almost a deal breaker… but then I realized I would literally never have to share a brownie with him and I thought, win/win. Anyways, because of his general distaste for all things chocolatey, Mr. has almost no experience ordering hot cocoa at Starbucks. Shocking, I know. So, yesterday was cold. Like the snow from Sunday (don’t ask) in our backyard refused to melt cold, which means that in the afternoon as we were out and about, running errands I felt that I needed a hot cocoa from Starbucks and stat, because the car heater just wasn’t doing to for me. Also, hot cocoa is basically my favorite non-person thing on earth, (and I own that fabulous chunky green sweater above, so that’s saying something.) Anytime it’s below 75 degrees I feel like I deserve a hot cocoa. Anyways, we pulled into the Starbucks drive through and Mr. ordered for me, I told him at Starbucks a “tall” actually means small, which makes sense to nobody, but whatever. He ordered, and when he was done (because he knows how I feel about whipped cream,) he asked the girl if whipped cream came standard with the hot chocolate.
Standard.
It’s not a car, it’s a cocoa.
L.O.L. times a million.
i love him.
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