Why he's not a SAHD

I joined Ravelry last month, and since have been gleefully browsing my way around knit groups, Unitarian Knitters, Potter/Knitters, Indiana Knitters, Knitters who like sales. Knitters who find weird things to do with the tiniest scraps of yarn. Michael asks me why can't I just surf porn like normal people.

Among other things, I discovered that there is a knit meet-up at the Starbucks down the street, so although I am not a huge Starbucks fan (don't really drink coffee, think their bagels are awful, am too cheap to pay $5 for a cup of tea), I left 50% of the children with daddy and, promising to be back before bathtime and to bring a large (I also refuse to memorize the made up bogus sizing) mocha back for Daddy (something which doesn't require me to add sugar and half and half, etc), I ran off to Starbucks.

I ordered a large Double Chocolate Chip Frappy-thingie, and nursed it all evening while I sat and knitted. The barrista brought us knitters free coffee, like little shots. It was a "coffee-tasting" of one of the new coffees. I tried it, but all I could think of was eating pipe tobacco. I didn't notice the smoky hints and fruity cranberry aftertaste. The coffee drinkers liked it, but it was so strong that it made the espresso brownie they gave us taste like bread. Who needs that?

I got home with about an inch left in my Frappe, and the requested mocha. After bedtime, and after finishing his mocha, Michael polished off my drink and asked what it was. I told him (as he was licking the inside of the cup) and he said it's just a good thing he isn't a Stay-At-Home Dad or his derriere would be enormous.