Wednesday, May 2, 2012

my happy hour

And no, not the alcohol induced fun happy hour.

Sure I like getting hammered on discounted overpriced drinks on a patio as much as the next girl.


I'm talking about the happy hour I like to call, my lunch break.

It was amazing.

I went shopping.

Without kids or a nagging husband.

I scored free stuff with coupons at one of my favorite stores.

And enjoyed the best iced coffee of my life today.

And they got my name right. I was not April or even an Amber.

Yeah for being me.

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