About a month ago, I did some commissioned artwork for my sister.
Nothing huge, but still.
“How can I pay you?” she texted. “PayPal? Check?”
“A Starbucks gift card” I replied.
“I’m serious,” I typed. “Just email me a Starbucks gift card.”
My weakness for a Starbucks double tall latte rivals my weakness for pizza or childish candy. Thus – it makes no sense at all to call it a “weak“ness. The pull is STRONG and relentless, not weak. Psh. What do dictionary people know anyway.
The gift card makes me feel not-so-guilty that I’m hooked on ridiculously priced coffee.
I’m telling you. When this card runs out, I’m going to have serious Issues. (with a capital “I”).
Just tie a sign around my neck with red scribbled ink:
“Will paint for coffee.”
Because I will.