My Starbucks addiction continues.

I’ve been teased by friends who seem to think I’ve lost it for booking a hotel on the beach because it just so happens to be next to a Starbucks. Makes sense to me. After all, if Momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. Kidding, of course. I justify my daily trips by saying I don’t really like to shop. And I don’t get my nails professionally done. And I got a heck of a deal on the hotel…so Starbucks, here I come! (Oh yeah, kids, the place I booked has a nice pool, too.)

Is it wrong that I get excited just to see the baristas in their green aprons? Or that I know the people who work the drive-thru by the radio station because I’m there so often? Or that I save my coffee if I have any left over, then heat it up later? As my Grandma says, it’s not good to be wasteful.

Everyone has there thing. That’s mine.