If I am not a full blown coffee addict than I am pretty darn close. In the recent past I might have tried to deny this statement. Before Monkey was born we didn’t even own a coffee maker. Before Monkey was born coffee was more of a time filler activity when we had nothing to do, (“Lets go get coffee”) then a part of my daily diet and routine, now I need it…everyday. It feels like my brain is not functioning without it. When I first wake up (or more accurately when I am first forced to drag myself out of bed) I feel like I am a sputtering idiot, my brain does not form complete thoughts let alone complete sentences. Now just the smell of coffee starts to perk me up. I drink it with just a bit of milk instead of lots milk and lots of sugar or flavored creamer, as my addiction spirals out of control I feel I am headed towards drinking it black. I am not the only person in my house with the new found need for coffee, Stinky needs his cup of joe everyday. Luckily we have not reached a point where we are drinking more than a cup a day most days but I have recently found myself contemplating brewing a pot in the middle of the day. Oh, beautiful, rich, robust, delicious coffee how would I survive my days without you?
