It’s been a busy, crazy week. Many of my Starbucks family members have been ill, which means their shifts need to be covered. Super Erin to the rescue! It also snowed during my shift, so my wonderful mother lent me her car, a more reliable steed, to drive home; she worries too much. I ended the evening with my boyfriend who whipped up some turkey burgers on the George Foreman (what a bunch of guys – George and Joshua).
All this snow is making me long for summer nights. Nothing says summertime like a backyard barbecue with all the fix-ins. Well, it’s not summer in New England with all of this snow that we’re getting…It’s not even spring yet. The groundhog told us that we’ll have six more weeks of winter and you bet he was correct with his prediction. But, a girl can dream of grilled chicken, spiked cilantro limeade (yeah, that’s a thing!), and swimming pools. I’m dreaming of a warm, breezy June afternoon chockfull of pasta salad and Ryan Montbleau’s Heavy on the Vine album.