Why is the coffee always gone?

I love my Starbucks lattes. I don’t think any statement could be more true. If you follow me on Twitter then you know I’m always posting things that relate to my love of lattes. Believe it or not, I spent 85 percent of my life drinking tea. My parents had been the type of coffee drinkers that usually had to cut the coffee they poured into their cups with pruning shears because it was so strong (the next step would have been to just pack the grounds into their lower lips like chewing tobacco). My first taste of coffee didn’t come until I was 17 (now I can totally see why) and had started leaving at 6 am for my job at the day care center. I choked down two sips (think the HP kids and polyjuice potion) and dumped the rest of the bitter concoction down the drain. That didn’t stop the caffeine high I had for the rest of the day. I went straight back to tea and was quite content until that fateful day when my husband introduced me to a Starbucks latte when we were on a long road trip.

 

 

 

Have you ever had one of those blissful moments…*sigh*…anyway, I thought it was the best thing since pita pockets. Nirvana!

 

I try to limit myself to 1 or 2 venti lattes a day (doctor’s orders) with an occasional, “Opps, I accidentally drank a third (or fourth) one.” Yeah, no one else believes it either. To make up for the other six that I want to drink but can’t, I write and post funny anecdotes. If you’re looking for caffeine infused insanity…this would be the place. Grab your favorite caffeine fuel and join me. Bonus points if you bring the gluten-free doughnuts (chocolate, of course).