The javelina returned this morning, but they were begging at the houses across the wash. Jack said to me, "Mommy! The javelina are back!" as he climbed up on to the fence. "Here, javelina!" he called. I joined him and watched as the javelina made their way across the neighbor's back yard. "Mommy? What are they really called?" Jack asked me. "Peccary?" I ventured, not sure if that was the proper answer. Apparently it was, because Jack cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered, "Here, pecker pecker!"
This afternoon I went to Starbucks. I don't go often because they're spendy and they've monopolized the coffee business and most of the time I just want black coffee. Part of our Thanksgiving tradition, though, is going to Mom's Target and Starbucks on Black Friday. This year we made it to Target but not to Starbucks, nor did we make it to Starbucks on Saturday, as we said we would on the way to the Deer Valley Goodwill. I have a gift card smoldering in my pocket so today, after buying spray paint and water marbles at JoAnn, I pulled up to the drive-thru at Starbucks. Usually I get some kind of blended iced vanilla chai thing. At the orderboard I was distracted by all the holiday drinks and opted for a white chocolate peppermint mocha, grande. One thing I will say for Starbucks: the employees are always uber-friendly. After ordering from the chirpy counterperson I pulled forward slightly, plugged in my ipod, and started a game of solitaire while listening to the White S...
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