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I Love You More Than Coffee

I may have said it, but even then it was a lie. You want to know why? Because you don’t crawl out of bed in the morning jumping like a Mexican bean to wake me up and make me happy. No, only an Arabica bean can do that.

This doesn’t mean that I love you any less. This means that I really really really really really really really really really really resent that my coffee maker isn’t working. It is long gone. Dead and gone. And there were some tears when I walked up to the machine and flipped the button. The red button glowed letting me know that my bliss would soon be here. I made the mistake of walking away and when I came back? Nothing had happen! Had I forgotten the water again? Nope. Glowing red light? Check. Coffee grounds? Check. I shake the machine a little. Nothing happens. I tap it. Nothing. I ever so gently bang it against the counter like the caffeine crazed woman I am. Still no coffee.

This was days ago. Days and days ago.

And now….
I can only think of one thing.



So, What do I want to do about this? REEEEEEEEEEEAD!!!!!!!!

I DO NOT HAVE A PROBLEM!!!

(No beans, Mexican or coffee were injured during the making of this blog post. Please contact me to donate to my cause!!)

savesave

Comments

  1. Love it, you crazed woman! Especially the hyped-up READ (! x537)

    I remember when I was in North Carolina and went without coffee for maybe two days. I begged & begged for my dad to buy me coffee at some restaurant or shady gas station. Luckily for me, my dad is just as much of a coffee addict as I am and caved under the pressure.

    And that was two days. How are the headaches?

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  2. Been doing okay. Not too bad in the head area, well besides the standard disruptions! *wink*

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  3. Hi, Megan! I found your link on the Andi lit blog. I read this post and felt your pain. Please know that you're in my thoughts and prayers. ;D

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