12/02/2025
Mother Nature is clocking in tomorrow with the emotional range of a thawed-out popsicle — aka colder than your ex’s heart and their apology text ❄️💀
And because she loves chaos, she’s sending that “maybe 1 inch… maybe 47… who knows 😘” kind of snow straight for Cresson Mountain. You know, the place that shuts down faster than your ex when you asked, “What are we?”
So our Boo-rista?
Yeah, she’s staying home.
We’re not sending them to battle the icy void for a latte. We love her too much for that level of trauma.
But FEAR NOT, caffeine goblins —
🎉 All weekend deals are officially dragging their spooky little bodies into tomorrow.
AND there may or may not be a limited grab stalking from the shadows, waiting for its dramatic entrance… but y’all didn’t hear it from me 👀☕️🖤
Tomorrow night I’ll drop the rest of the schedule harder than your seasonal depression hits at 4:32 pm.
✨ BUT LISTEN — winter is creeping in like it's got beef with all of us.
So tell me: WHERE do you want pick-ups for To-Go Lattes and Half-Gallon Jugs?
Saxton? Hollidaysburg? Your front porch? A random parking lot with horror-movie vibes?
Drop your requests. We’re plotting. We’re planning. We’re not about to let you go caffeine-deprived —
because that’s how demons get summoned. (And not the cute ones.)
We will keep you caffeinated, cozy, and only slightly unhinged all winter long.
🖤👻⚡️ Stay spooky, stay warm, and stay out of the snow — it’s giving “final destination.”