Bub and I have a snacking problem.

We both love special treats so it's pretty believable that at least once a week I'll be taking us out for something delicious.   This week, we're at twice and the week ain't over yet.

Today found us at Starbucks, noshing on vanilla scones which Bub calls White Cupcakes. 

In our defense, one of us has the metabolism of a three year old.