Starbucks doesn’t suck
My birthday was last Wednesday, and I got a Starbucks card from my sister in the mail. Nice!
Ash and I got her drinking Starbucks when she visited us, and now she loves it just as much as we do. I keep hearing from people about how it sucks and how this or that other obscure brand is so much better. I will concede that some brands of coffee are really good. Some may well taste better than Starbucks, although that is a matter of individual taste.
But don't say that Starbucks sucks. It tastes good. If it didn't appeal to a lot of people, then no one would be buying it. Maybe it isn't to your taste, but c'mon. It isn't bad.
Revelation about Ash
Today we were going home from a little shopping trip. We bought some school supplies for Morgan. He's going to school in a few weeks. We also got him an Airport Extreme card for his Mac Mini (I know I sometimes call it a miniMac). We got it because we wanted to move his computer away from where it is to somewhere else without the need for a long ethernet cable. We already have the wireless router, so it was a no brainer.
We stopped at Target on the way home to see if they had the trackball I was looking for and some new cheap headphones for Morgan and me. They didn't have them, so we left to go home. When we were waiting at the stop light to leave, Ash yelled at the light to "turn green!" What do you know, the light turned green right when she told it to! That's when we discovered that Ash's superpower is to turn traffic lights green. I was thinking about it and I remembered other times when Ash yelled at traffic lights and they turned green. Sometimes it would take a few minutes, but eventually they always turned green.
I wish I knew what my superpower was.
It’s called insomnia
Ash was recently telling me about her visit to her doctor on Friday. I took off work early to watch Morgan while she went to the doctor. After waiting for an hour or so to see her doctor (she was running behind because of a problem with a previous patient), she got some new prescriptions and upped the dosage on some others. There is a point to all this.
This morning, we were talking about it, and Ash mentioned that the Ambien that she was given really made her go to sleep. She told me how she told the doctor that sometimes she would be so exhausted, but still couldn't go to sleep. The Ambien, though knocks her right out because her body knows it can't fight it like those other wussy prescriptions.
I told her the problem was called insomnia. It was a medical term. I also said that I wish she'd told me she was having problems sleeping. I could have told her it was insomnia. That's when she started hitting me.