Starbucks loves me.
Look at my cup this morning.
A sure sign of affection, if I ever saw one!
And I am not surprized. All the money I spend there. Time. Thought. Savoring.
No wonder Starbucks loves me.
Our little love addiction. The gasps and ahs when oft' we meet. The struggle at parting each night. The preoccupation and obsessing over its beauty.
Pinterest and I are deeply into it.
And, I think facebook has at least a warm crush on me.. Although he's always changing his looks and trying to get me to chat with other friends I don't even know....makes me wonder a bit.
It's so nice, with the season of chocolates, lace hearts and affection-professed to know that I am loved.
grin...gotta go...my electronic heart-strings are tugging.