OK, so I know that coffee isn’t really what sustains me. But, I will tell you what- I SURE LOVE IT.
I understand Lorelai’s outstretched arms. That face in return is because Luke (or whoever I am speaking to at the moment) knows I am downplaying how much coffee I have consumed. I use every ounce of will power to stop at one cup of coffee. And, because my will power ounces equal around 6, I usually have my second cup on the way to work. This morning, for instance, I was served one cup in bed, and I followed it up with two more cups at IHOP. I was so tempted to go for cup number four, but I didn’t ask for decaf, and I was concerned my heart or my kidneys or my bladder would explode.
Do not worry; I am alright- organs in tact.
This sums up my feelings nicely. My Mother’s Day was excellently full of laying in the grass, gardening, breakfast out, coffee in bed, and some of the BEST homemade presents a mamma could ask for. But what I really want about now is a steamy, snuggly cuppa Joe.