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It's no secret I'm a bit fanatical about my coffee.  Ok, a lot fanatical.  We all have our quirks.  For the past two days I've picked up morning coffee from Starbucks.  It's not a normal thing but after a week away at a conference, my coffee cream in the work fridge expired and I haven't had a chance to pick up more, so Starbucks it is. The one closest to my office is ridiculously busy.  I think the whole mobile order/drive thru thing has just made it worse.  The order line is short.  The waiting to pick up line is more of a crowd.  Yesterday it took nearly half an hour to place my order and get my coffee.  AND they forgot the whipped cream.  Today, I placed my very first mobile order ten minutes before I got to the store and STILL had to wait almost 15 before my coffee was ready (AGAIN no whipped cream).  It's OK Starbucks--I still love you. I've been at my job now just over a year and have two conferences under my belt.  I love work conferences.  In ad

Earlier this month, I took all three of my girls on a very brief visit to St. Louis for my very best friend's 40th birthday party.  There were lots of helium filled balloons and Bebo just had to have one.  We couldn't get on a plane home so we had to drive.  Because we had a car, it was no problem to take the balloon with us--she was so happy. Now, it's happened on occasion that when given helium balloons one or more of my children will accidentally let go while we're outside.  Heartbroken and depressed, we always tell them that it's ok--Jesus will take care of the balloon for them and He's so happy that they gave it to Him.  Sometimes it works, sometimes not. Well, this balloon made it safely home but naturally, several days later it was deflated and hovering on the floor.  To put the poor thing out of it's misery (and since she hadn't seemed to notice it) I let out what was left of the air and threw the whole thing away. This was more than a week