Coffeeeeeeeeeeee

I have been hooked on coffee again. We bought a small 5 cup machine and I'm brewing it almost every night, noshing my favorite cookies and sippin' mah coffee. Every weekend, I enjoy at least one trip to Star*bucks. I honestly love their coffee. It has this addictive, beautiful flavor. Or maybe it's their syrup - I'm not sure. At the same time, I feel ashamed to shout out my love since they are a monopoly and I do like to frequent small businesses. I can't help it though. It's kind of like my part-time vegetarianism. Sometimes, animals are too delicious to pass up.

We stopped by Star*bucks this weekend while out shopping and since the drive thru was backed up, Mr. Marcer went inside. I called my mom to chat while I was waiting and was perplexed to see him walk back with a small bag. A bag could only mean one thing - a sweet treat! He rarely ever splurges (without me being there to whine about wanting something) - so I couldn't help but stare at his sack while he walked to the car. Inside was a lovely, cinnamony treat:

I saved it until we got home and enjoyed it (with even more coffee) while watching some of the basketball tournament. It was actually prettier than it was tasty, but still a very sweet thought overall.

And since I'm far, far away from my beloved Kopi, I do like to keep one small part of home with me:

(It almost looks like GNG's handwriting on here!)