
I love coffee.  I love coffee like some women love shoes, purses, make up and chocolate.  I love it so much I'd give up all those above to have more coffee.  My favorite coffee is from the Human Bean right down the street.  They know my car and my drink.
'Hey, how are you? The White Mocha, fat free, no whip, right?'
Yes, kind lady- thank you for delivering all my dreams.
Hello, my name is Ashley and I have a problem.  I got $30+ in gift cards to coffee places for my birthday.  IT'S ALL GONE.  I can't breathe, I'm so sad.  Sad, sad, sad, sad...
Now, I am forced to drink plain ol' coffee that I have to make myself- no sugary syrup goodness, no frothy milk... ugh, what has life come to?  
Doesn't anyone feel sorry for me?  John doesn't. Anyone, help, anyone?



Sunday, we had a family dinner. Pinkie was the entertainment. She has this remarkable ability to repeat back anything you say. Her recent musings have been "bless you" "hey buddy" "ohhhhhh geezzzzz" "cheesch please" "colour pen" "i funny". One day we will tell her stories of how she single handily made the TV unnecessary in our home because she is so gosh darn funny.
 


