When I grow up...

I know, I know.... it's been 5 months since my last post. I told you, I'm really bad at blogging, but for some reason I think I may be on my "second" wind. And when I say second wind, I really have no idea how big or small it will be. Could be a giant gust that will finally last, like a tornado where I take you all out by the amount of wind. Or this could be a nice breeze that will only last a post. Slash it defintely could be like when someone blows their bath breath in your face, short and not pleasent. But I'm going to try and be a tornado.
So anyway, this past fall I fell in love with French Vanilla Hot Chocolate. It was perfect. I found our biggest mug in the cubbert, made some Swiss Miss FVHC, then pulled apart a HUGE marshmellow into pieces before dropping them in, and sprinkled some cinnamon on top.

It has become my new "Don't bother me, I'm relaxing" drink. Then some how it turned into an actual dream of mine. Want to know what it is? Ready?

Okay okay. So I want to open up my own hot chocolate shop one day! I got really excited about this because I feel like I am currently in the profession I wanted to do since high school and have been nervous if I was ever going to dream to do anything else.

I daydream a lot about my furture HoCho shop. What it's going to look like or who will be my regular customers. If you read this, I promise to give you a cup of yummy hot chocolate on the house!