There goes a Happy Jamba Juice Family.

Today was not the usual, but perhaps the better. I woke up early to head over to the track to drop off my purple and black bottles of paint for Katie at the bleachers. So while I was at it, I drew a bike and left her a small note. Luckily, no jogger/runner picked up the two lonely bottles of paint sitting there for no reason before Katie. Not long, I went over to Alison's and we began our morning exercise. Supposedly, the plan was to run all the way to Jamba Juice and back but Alison quit halfway. There were a couple of neat yard sale displays that were happening on our way back in which one of them held an unique vintage look specifically. Other than playing burning tennis in what felt like 97 degrees with Andrew afterward, I think I will definitely consider going back for more of that Pomegranate-pick-me-up next time with Raphael and Alad.