>If you know only one thing about me, it’s likely my love for Starbucks. I am fully aware of how unhealthy (emotionally as well as physically) it is, but I have convinced myself that I am allowed one obsessive trait. Not sure my checking account quite agrees, but it’s cheaper than fancy schmancy shoes, clothes or bags right? And while I realize my $4.89 gives me only about 15 minute of pleasure a day, I fully believe it’s worth every penny. Anyhoo–I’m rambling for the sake of defending my crazies.
I’m not proud that my girls have become a tad obsessed themselves with the pleasure Starbucks brings. It’s an ugly sight on the days I forget to request a stopper for Kennedy to lick my macchiato foam from. And as of Thursday, McKenna went on a Vivanno rampage. I won’t even get into all that went down after the cups were emptied…but lets say you were lucky to have avoided the scene that may or may not have had social services called had we remained in public another moment…
Shame on me. Shame on me twice.
