Milkshakes are very high up on the List of Foods My Stomach Doesn’t Like. However, milkshakes are even higher up on the List of Foods Capable of Fixing Grumpy Moods, so I’ll make an exception every other week or so (I know, I know, it’s a problem). Monday wasn’t a particularly bad day, if you don’t count the atrocious doctor visit (which I don’t count, since I’d like to just pretend it didn’t happen. Be grateful, because if I wasn’tpretending, this post would be full of stories about how incredibly unprofessional and inappropriate he was. But I’m pretending), but the second I swallowed the last bite of the stir fry Monsieur cooked for dinner, I knew.
“Babe, I’m going to need a milkshake tonight”
And thus, the story of how Monsieur and I ended up putting clothes back on after settling in for a Monday (opposed to the pajamas we had been wearing. Jeez, guys) to venture out for milkshakes.
There are several places around town for milkshakes, and one happens to be in walking distance. It isn’t our favorite, but it is in…walking distance. So that place usually wins out.
It’s mocha salted caramel flavored. Pretty fantastic, I’d say. Not as chocolatey as I usually prefer, but very sweet. I alternated drinking it with sipping on Monsieur’s, which was a classic chocolate.
And all was fixed.
Also, for all the doubters out there about my ability to throw on jeans and a sweatshirt, I give you proof:
I’m so hipster even my shirt has glasses. True story, Stripes asked if I added them on. I didn’t. I’m actually constantly debating taking them off him. I’m pretty sure Fredrickstein has perfect vision.