I am a whore for Starbucks. Specifically, the decaf skinny cinnamon dolce latte. It’s a definite mood improver.
Luckily, the only Starbucks in Morro Bay is inside of a grocery store, and this total lack of coffee shop ambiance means I never go there. However, in SLO, where I work (and visit bookstores), there are 8 Starbucks (at least…I might have forgotten 1 or 2). This means it’s almost impossible to resist when I hear them calling my name.
Why the ode to Starbucks? Well, I was sitting at work this week editing a report, when I realized the aforementioned drink would help the editing process (hey, I thought it was a good excuse). So I rounded up a co-worker and off we went. And the sign in the window of Starbucks said…
Friends are like snowflakes. All are different. All are beautiful.
And I thought that was a wonderful saying (although the fact that we don’t get snow probably makes it a lovelier sentiment to us west coasters).
So in honor of the American Thanksgiving, I’d just like you all to know how grateful I am for all of my wonderfully different and beautiful blogging friends…may you all have a joyous day.