This may or may not be a pointless story.

This morning, I woke up grouchy. And desperately needing coffee! Except, we were out of coffee.
After we dropped Mason off at school, the little people and I went to Target...and our Target has a Starbucks!!! ::doing the happy dance::
We shopped, rang out, and headed to the Starbucks {I swear I heard angels singing as I spotted that beautiful green sign}.

I grabbed my bag of coffee for home and then ordered my grande, 1 pump, soy mocha with no foam and no whip at kid temperature. {why yes, I AM high maintenance, thank you very much}

We walked out of Target and arrived at our car. I set my coffee on the bumper. As I reached to grab kiddo number one to strap in, I hit my precious coffee, which then crashed to the ground, releasing all of the wonderful liquid. I watched every drop spill onto the pavement.

And then I cried.

Seriously, I did. So, if you happened to be at the Target by my house at 10 am-ish today and saw a pathetic woman sobbing while she held her child, that was me.

Then I got mad. At who, I am not really sure. The coffee, myself, the dang bumper-it doesn't matter. I marched back into the store to order another {because at this point, I was DETERMINED I was going to have a coffee drink, come hell or high water}.
The AWESOME barista then made me another drink, free of charge, while I fought the urge to bear hug her.

**Side note: I did try to tip her but apparently Starbucks employees of Starbucks in Target are really Target employees and cannot accept tips. **
 {Do sidenotes belong at the bottom of the post? Meh.}

I walked back outside, opened my door, stuck my new coffee drink into my cup holder, THEN put my boys in their seats, and drove home.

While sipping my drink. :)

PS That was the best coffee I have ever had!