Hi. Um...My name is Grandy.
It has been 6 hours since my last...well as some would call it..."big cup of WHY BOTHER".
I call it, "Iced-Venti-Sugar-Free-Fat-Free-Carmel-Macchiato-Yummy-Goodness."
Do you understand why people might call it "WHY BOTHER?" It's because of the sugar-free and fat-free thing. I know. It makes little sense to me too. But trust me...it's goooooood.
The barista beyotches will look at me funny when I order it. Some of them know me by now, and they know I must have it the way I order it. If they put the sugary syrup in there, Grandy get's violently ill. If they put the regular milk in...well nothing happens. It just helps that I keep it on the skinny side.
Then I will get the comment, "Well you know the caramel is not sugar-free."
Um yeah...I know...but you put a little squirt of that in there and it gives it enough of the yummy. Put 4 pumps of sweet syrup in there and Grandy is in your bathroom scaring your customers.
The current problem is...well...the drink is Grandy's problem. This caffeinated goodness has substituted itself in Grandy's daily life as her new liquid crack.
It started out with the tall size (really? why do they call it that?)
Well then Grandy went to the Grande.
Then the Uber Venti size.
Reader. I am almost embarassed to say that this week (twice this week actually) Grandy has bought 2 in one day. I have not bought 2 at the same one, because I just know they will recognize me and know of my problem.
It's yummy goodness has truly taken over my life.
I don't smoke. I hardly drink (it doesn't take much). I can't have any carbonation. No chocolate. No candy. No ice cream. No desserts.
This is the ONLY vice Grandy has...but I fear it is still a dangerous vice to have.
Tell me reader...
Is there hope for me??