Coffee Snob...

now, this doesn't necessarily mean that i require the best coffee offered on the market (although, i refuse to drink folgers). rather, i am a total snob (or cranky monster as my children say) until i get some coffee. now it's not a yelling, snapping turtle kind of cranky, rather just a silent, reserved, don't speak unless spoken to moment in time. some of you judge and say, "what a poor, poor, addicted woman! she needs more Jesus!" while the latter is always true, i dare you to spend one morning waking up in this house. unless, i was disciplined enough to rise before the sun, (which isn't a bad idea), i awake to an insane amount of "bustling". ok, ok, "bustling" is putting is nicely.... yelling, piano playing, renditions of "jingle bells" and "this little light of mine", arguing, demands in whining tones, hungry bellies to feed, last minute school details to overlook, and on and on.

a cup of warm java filling the belly is the perfect antidote to the "bustling!"

the first person to correctly guess when my habitual coffee drinking began will win a bag of their favorite coffee... so guess away!

so here is to a coffee filled thursday,
~s