the one about Starbucks

I tend to love a lot of things.

No really, a lot of things.

I have kind of an addictive personality where when I find something that I like, I attach myself to it and can't stay away. 

Example #1: Diet Coke. I have tried to quit it about 10 times, but the fact of the matter is that I don't want to. My proudest addiction moment to date was last winter when it snowed a foot and my car was trapped in the garage. I actually got out the shovel for the first time ever, plowed two tire track lines out of the snow on my driveway so my car could get out, and I drove my proud self (and my two little girls) to McDonald's to get a Diet Coke. 

Example #2: Target. Quit Target? Aw Hell naw

And now for the completion of my addiction trifecta. 


I don't even really like coffee.

I don't make coffee at home. 

However, I love coffee if it comes in a little cup of happiness from Starbucks. 

And if the cup is red?

Forget it. 

In fact, the red cups were rolled out on November 1st, and at 8 a.m. that morning, I drove myself to Starbucks to get my hands on one.

And then I started singing a little tune to myself.

Red Starbucks cup. I fill you up. Let's have a party.

And then I realized I had a problem.

Actually, I realized I had a problem a few months ago when my sister-in-law introduced me to the Starbucks app. Dear God. Why?

So you're telling me that if I go to Starbucks, spend $4 on a cup of coffee, you will give me a little gold star. And if I collect 25 of those little gold stars, I will earn something magical? 

(Still not sure what that something magical is, but I have 9 stars to go until I find out!)

Sometimes I like to just look at the app and watch the little gold stars float and flutter around. If you have the app, you know what I'm talking about.

Oh, Starbucks. You and your ridiculously happy people who work there. And how they tell me I look pretty even when I haven't even brushed my teeth yet or thrown any makeup on my face. 

Life is better with you in it, SB. It truly is. 

You're a gateway drug to things like yoga pants and Sara Bareilles Radio on Pandora. 

I mean, by now I could own my espresso machine and make my own mochas for a fraction of the cost.

But I don't even really like coffee.

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