There are some things I just don't like. As much as I would lovvvve to love them (and yes I just started singing I wannnnnt you to want me...I neeeed you to need me! and now I also really want to watch 10 Things I Hate About You), I just don't. It almost seems like I'm a bad blogger (or bad American) for just not liking these things.
Now no shaming me...
Coffee: I just can't. I've tried it flavored, with 19 packs of sugar, with milk, with cream, every way you can imagine. And it just tastes gross. Give me my tea (earl grey every morning, something fruity or chai in the afternoon) and I'm a happy girl. My go-to Starbucks order is a Chai Tea Latte or Cool Lime Refresher.
Boxed Wine: Maybe I'm a wine snob. Well...I mean if I can be a wine snob who rarely spends more than $10 for a bottle. But it's always a bottle. Maybe I just associate boxed wine with too much slap the bag in college....vom (no literally, I saw too many people straight up vomit off the porch after playing that game). I'll stick with my bottles, thank you very much.
Pumpkin Pie (or pumpkin spice): My husband accuses me of being completely un-American for not liking pumpkin pie. I think it's a texture thing? I have no idea why I don't like it because I like all the flavors in it. I just don't enjoy it. Give me ALL THE APPLE PIE IN THE WORLD though.
Fireball: Something about me and cinnamon. And me and whiskey. Those two things combined in an alcoholic beverage? Just stop now before I get drunk and throw up everywhere. Both of those things have happened when I have consumed cinnamon flavored beverages (remember this post about goldschlager??) and whiskey. Not even at the same time. But thinking of how bad those two nights were (you know...minus the whole making out with my now husband thing), combining the two would be a disaster.
And I'm done. No pictures. Nothing exciting. Sorry not sorry for this half-ass attempt at a blog post on a Friday morning.
