Starbucks Phobia

I love Starbucks (I know, I know. I'm soooooo original). Someone hooked onto the notion that gourmet coffee can soothe the soul of millions of needy Americans, and turned it into a fabulous success. The Cafe Mocha melts me into a pool of bliss in the wintertime, and the Java Chip Frappuccino is the summertime treat that cools my irritating moments. I buy Starbucks brand coffee (at Wal-Mart, because I'm poor and not sophisticated enough to be above Wal-Mart Starbucks) and a steamy cup of it is my daily retreat. Every stay-at-home mom should do it-it's the ultimate answer to "what great thing should I do with nap-time?" I'm drinking a cup of Espresso Roast right now, in my red mug with the white polk-a-dots that I won't let anyone else use. But I'm not really writing about whether or not Starbucks is good. I'm writing about another issue entirely: my husband has to buy my Starbucks.