Is it a house divided cannot stand or a house of vices?
If it's the latter, we may be in trouble. For thirteen years, my husband has had to venture out in all sorts of inclimate weather to get himself a cup of coffee in the morning. He's had to bear 68 degree summer mornings and 48 degree winter mornings. Hmmm, as I read that last sentence, it's not sounding like suffering but, believe you me, he has suffered.
Not being a coffee drinker myself, I never saw the need for a coffee maker. The idea of coffee grounds all over my kitchen counter day after day outweighed any romantic fantasy about waking up to the smell of fresh brewed java.
The other day I was at Target, saw a great little coffee maker, and decided Trey deserved a break. I could do this. I could program the thing to make coffee for that sweet hunk of a man every morning. I even purposed to find out just how he liked his cup of morning sunshine and bring it to him. We're keepin' the fire burnin', people. Keepin' the fire burnin'. Apparently with lots and lots of caffeine.
The first morning with our new coffee maker, we woke up to an aroma fresh from the mountains of Columbia, or Starbuck's. I was taken back to mornings at my house growing up. It was pretty sweet.
After Trey left, I decided to try a little cup myself.
With whipping cream.
After my second cup, I was officially in love. With coffee. I also cleaned my house, top to bottom, in about the time it usually takes me to blow-dry my hair. It's pretty good stuff.
I have a new vice and I think my Diet Coke is missing me. I found one 'fnuggled up on my pillow this morning. I think it snuck in from the refrigerator in the garage and tried to woo me back.
I haven't forgotten you Diet Coke. I mean, coffee is fabulous but it has it's disadvantages. Especially when you make it with whipping cream.
Ick. This would NEVER happen with my Diet Coke.
There's no way a cat's face could fit down in that opening and I'm pretty sure Caddy Woodlawn doesn't know how to use a straw.