The Grasshopper is my in-town coffeeshop...so it's basically one of the seven wonders of my world. As luck would have it, it is situated next door to my gym, a fellow "wonder", and nothing rounds out a workout better than one of those huge, big-as-your-head muffins and a large cappuccino. Deliciously naughty.

I've been a good girl as of late, and have stopped only to buy a bottle of water for my walk home. They have an in-house brand of water, and though I like everything about the place—the coffee-licious aromas, the butternut squash-colored walls, the free Wi-Fi, and that huge flat panel TV in the corner—I just can't bring myself to drink something called, "Grasshopper Water".

I've never known a grasshopper to produce any sort of liquid that I see fit to drink, in my defense.