My barista is trying to kill me

OK, I'm going to pass what happened this morning off to an innocent mistake, not a fiendish plot to drive me over the edge. I made a much needed visit to the Starbucks that is near my mom's house on the way in this morning. That is my Starbucks of choice on my early days, as it has a drive-thru and allows me to get a treat for the boys if they want one. So, I pull up and order my triple grande caramel macchiato and a cinammon scone for Hoss. (He was very angry at me last week when I got my drink but did not get him a scone. The fact that he did not mention his desire for a scone was irrelevant, I was just a mean mommy for not buying one for him.) There were two baristas making drinks, and I think both were in training, so the drink orders were getting kind of backed up. The cashier gave me my pastry, and as I waited for my drink, she took the order of the lady behind me. She got my drink, wished me good morning, and off I went. As I stopped at the light around the corner from the Starbucks, I grabbed by drink to take a swig. Imagine my surprise when I got a mouthful of lowfat hot chocolate instead of what I had ordered. I can only assume that the woman behind me (who ordered the hot chocolate) ended up with my caramel macchiato. I hope she realized it faster than I did. Dude. When I order three shots of espresso and I have NONE? Very bad scene.


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    Hubby- aka DH My husband since 1995. He is the head of the band department at a college prep school, and dabbles as a wanna-be pop star.

    The Princess- aka DD. Third grader at the local parochial school. Loves butterlies, sparkly things, the color purple and has recently developed a crush on one of the twins from "The Suite Life of Zach and Cody". Is ready for her teenage years, having already perfected her exasperated sigh and dramatic eye-roll.

    Hoss- aka DS1. Kindergartener and resident spirited child. His aunt likes to call him "the evil genius" because of his penchant for letting a lack of intellectual stimulation lead him into mischief. Likes trucks, sports, building things and burping. His current favorite word is "underwear."

    Lil Joe- aka DS2. Born in 2003. Doesn't say much we can understand, but has mastered the important stuff ("eat!", "Wash hands!", "Want chocolate ones!", "Hockey game!") Likes to push buttons, much to the consternation of whoever is trying to watch a DVD. Firmly refuses to use the potty, despite evidence that he is physically ready to be out of diapers, indicating a level of stubborn that eclipses even that of his parents and siblings.

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