The Life & Times of Finnegan Buckley The terribly exciting and ever expanding world of me, myself

So the world’s worst coffee shop finally got the hint and closed down a few months ago, and in it’s place is Pelican’s Sno-Balls.

Me and Patrick eating sno-balls

My brother Patrick is here this week and he really wanted a sno-ball, so Dad took us there this afternoon.

Just in case you are part of the uninitiated, sno-balls are kind of like a sno-cone, only even more awesome because they come in flavors like toothpaste and pickle.

We had a small problem with the kid behind the counter, he was a Yankee’s fan, but I guess even the mentally handicapped need work. He was a really nice guy, for a Yankees fan, and I’m pretty sure he gave me an extra squirt of orange in mine.

Packy Joe ordered lemon-lime and the guy offered to top it off with some sort of marshmallow goo… YES PLEASE!

Everything seemed to be going well, I was eating mine, Packy was eating his and we were getting most of it in our mouth. Then I decided to mix my little bit of orange in with Packy’s lemon-lime.

Good Lord, you’d have thought I stabbed him with a hunting knife! I mean, sure I spilled about 1/2 of it on his lap, but I think the new flavor would have rocked!

Dad decided that we had eaten enough “frozen sugar water” and packed us into the truck all sticky… did I mention my brother was all pouty? Pffft, old kids are so up-tight.