After work today, I went to the post office to buy stamps, and I was able to find a spot with a slightly pre-paid parking meter (i.e. someone had been there and left sooner than they thought they would). Sweet.
Then, after much deliberation and inner turmoil, I decided to get a Slurpee at 7-Eleven. Hey, it's getting warmer out, and I enjoy sugary syrup mixed with crushed ice. The particular 7-Eleven I chose to go to happens to be next to the YMCA of which I am a member. Purchasing a Slurpee in the shadow of the gym I haven't been to in over a month takes guts, or really, just a gut. I marched in, picked out a large cup and lid, and saw that Sugar Free Crystal Light Strawberry Banana was one of the Slurpee choices.
Did you know they had SUGAR FREE Slurpees?
Where were these when I was 13, a.k.a. the age I was officially allowed to go to convenience stores on my own and purchase whatever sugary crap I wanted with my "own money" (read: allowance)? That was my prime sweet-tooth-development time, and I wish I had access to Sugar Free Slurpees to lessen the insane calorie intake. Although, back then, I probably would have compensated for the lost calories with another pack of Snowballs and a Surge for later.
I left 7-Eleven sipping on my 4-calorie drink, and as I was pulling out of the driveway, a long line of 4-year-olds wearing oversized, matching, neon green T-shirts crossed the street in front of me with the help of their chaperones. And they were all holding hands. I pretty much stopped breathing from all the cuteness.
I'd say that's a pretty good half-hour.
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