I LOVE Starbucks,and Starbucks LOVES me.

What can I say?

And so i ordered my usual low sugar,more panna/whip.

Warning:Don't do this at home,high risk of glucose coma.

It was decided that 'more' would come in another cup.And I always thought 'more' was just whip flowing through the cap.


Never had such a fun time refilling cream.Once you hit the frappe,you top up some more.Before you gasp at the calories,Ger was the one who polished most of the whip. I'm guilty as charged of bringing her on sugar high.

With rahmen it was another free venti sized mocha frappe,which made it 2 venti mocha frappes. With ger it was the illegal upsizing of macchiato to VENTI @ only $1.you don't upsize for $1 at starbucks,you do that in McD.

Like I said,Starbucks loves me.

It's stress of late,with odd sleeping hours,hair falling out in clumps,weight gain,pimples,eye bags,snacking,stoning and lots of research and discussions.I suppose that's what Sabbath is for,to recharge batteries,to have fun singing and worship,to fall asleep during sermons,grocery shopping,and house chores like picking up my hair that's choking up the sinks,the bathroom...

Still,I can't help grinning like a silly fool with so much whip.If you ever need weird sessions at Starbucks ,call me.

I find myself having a crush on every single piano I/C in church.Guys only.They are just amazing once they hit the keys.Never mind some are *ahem,not my style.

Tmr is library day,research,research,journals and books to run through; which sound like so much FUN.Otherwise, I still have so much to be thankful for.Echoing Bisket's sentiments,"My God is SOOO BIG!!!"