  iced, this time. I had removed my watch when I came home from work and my phone had flaked out and needed to be reset so I had no idea how long I was out and I had to guess when it was time to go downstairs for my Pilates class. The pathetic thing was that nobody sat close enough to me, nobody paid me enough attention that I could lean over and quietly say, “Excuse me, but do you have the time?” Boy. At least the Iced Vanilla Latte was yummy—I think it may just be my new taste treat of the summer. 
