Guilty as Charged

I have a guilty pleasure, and that guilty pleasure is called Starbucks.

Lucky for me, i know what I'm getting into.

Starbucks is, undeniably, a very good place to accidentally drink eight thousand calories.

It also is a very good place to suck up all your money.

...lucky for me, this babe gets Starbucks fo' FREE.

That's right, I do! I've never been a gal to get free drinks, anywhere.

Free Drinks = Why are you buying me a drink, and what do you want from me?

The "what" in that equation usually ends up being a something I don't wanna give. So I've always cut free drinks down by the knees as soon as I didn't know what was up. Give me equality or give me death. :)

But here, here! At my closest Starbucks, I get free drinks for saying hello. and remembering my barista's name. And always tipping. (definitely learned from the J--tip well, and appreciate) :)

and lately, it's won out by surprising me with free drink-os. So, cool. Cool cool cool.

Cool.

oh, ps, the cake pop up there? I LOVE THOSE. I'VE ALWAYS LOVED THOSE. My dear friend, Sandy Jacobs, made four boxes of them for my graduation party and I swear I ate 1.5 boxes by myself. OH YUM.