The hubby and I are coffee drinkers. The hubby can’t function until he’s had his first cup of coffee in the morning – I know not to engage in any conversations with him in the morning before he’s had his … Continue reading
Once upon a time, I didn’t used to be a coffee drinker. My grandparents and great-grandparents were big coffee drinkers – they’d drink coffee all day long, so any time we would visit, the aroma of coffee always filled the … Continue reading
Mornings for me require coffee. I was a major klutz the other day. I had just filled my no-spill coffee cup with fresh hot coffee (and crème brûlée creamer, natch) when I went to grab it, I apparently hadn’t secured … Continue reading
