Tuesday, October 2, 2007

In Maine



the barista at the Starbucks was wicked happy to serve me. It said so on the sign.

I love using wicked like that. Mostly because it cracks me up. I used to pull it out during teacher's meetings. you know, like 'my kids were wicked crazy today.' And I think the other only person that knew what I meant was the teacher from New Hampshire. I tried to convince her that we should spread around the wicked trend in New York. But, she didn't agree.

So, I champion this cause alone.
Along with that barista in Maine.

3 comments:

Tara Whalen said...

What did you order? I just got home from Starbucks. I had a deliciously warm chai tea latte. yum yum!

Seeking La Loba said...

Are those duck feet? Are you making a duck?
It's a good month to spread the adjective "wicked". :)

Robyn said...

Those are raven feet. Come on, Loba! Honestly!

It looks more like a raven with the whole thing. But the feet are so cute...um, I mean, spooky.

actually, they are wicked spooky.

And Tara, I had a pumpkin spice latte. Delicious and good for the grumps as well! yay!