Thanks to my mom's co-worker who doesn't drink coffee, I am now the proud owner of a Starbucks Card. Mmm, Starbucks.
It lists a bunch of drinks on the front, and I'm making a mental checklist of which I've had and which I still need to try.
This coupled with the fact that they just built a Starbucks in the Kroger that is not 5 minutes from my house . . . well, it could be dangerous.
If you're in the Dayton area, and you see someone holding a Starbucks cup jittering down the street like one of the zombies in Dawn of the Dead, that's just me. Don't be afraid. I won't bite.
Unless I lose this magical card. Then I might bite just in case you've had a lot of caffeine.