So Doug and I decided that I was not allowed to go to the little coffee shop down Richmond Beach road while I am here in Seattle. They have the best lattes–even Doug thinks so. So much so that we went there three times last time we were up here. But I got to buy new shoes finally, so the Security Council gave strict instructions that lattes would not be in July’s monthly budget. I am totally craving one but I gave my word. I guess I should go put on my shoes and walk around a bit.