Why must I always have a title?

I just got back from dropping one of my very favorite people off at the airport. I've had such a great weekend and I'm feeling kinda blah now. This, my friends, is what comes from having too much fun; from staying up way to late, getting up way to early (thanks son), drinking too much wine and talking so much that you are pretty sure you could just not speak for three days.

I have a lot of stories too tell. Not so much from this weekend, because that was mostly catching up. Those stories, you all have heard. No, more like stories from my childhood. I'm working on one right now, but I swore to my kids that we'd go ice skating this morning. They go back to school Wednesday, which is not a day too soon.

Until I get the chance to post again, I have a question for you all...do you laugh at people in your head who are so retarded in a coffee shop? You know the ones, the lady who says she wants a short coffee, when it's called a tall or small? The same woman who will repeat it six times, just so the guy hears it? (Like my four year old does, when I tell her no.) NO, I SAID THE SHORT COFFEE. Like he's deaf or something? Which of course he's not, he's just wanting to make sure he gets it right. Plus, he was holding up the dam cup.

Or the man who orders a medium soy macchiato with a shot of vanilla, no make that an extra pump of hazelnut, or maybe mocha. Maybe all three, that sounds great. Extra foam, but no whip cream and um, can you please make that a decaf? Really, what the heck are you drinking? Do you even know? If not, please leave, cause the thought of that is making me kinda sick.

The decaf coffee. This alone makes me giggle at people. If you are pregnant and drinking it, well you are a braver person than me. But decaf in general makes absolutly no sense too me. Why in the world would you bother?

Maybe it's just me. But it takes a lot out of me to not laugh at loud at these types of peoples.