Fiend

I drink alot of coffee. Too much coffee in fact....2 to 3 pots a day. Most folks I know think, "I'm thirsty, I'll have a glass of water". My thought process is more along the lines of "I'm really thirsty; I think I'll have the iced coffee instead of a latte". Everything in my life is regimented and coffee is no exception.


My coffee machine is on a timer and as soon as I wake up the scent of coffee wafting from the kitchen beckons me. The first thing I do is pour myself a cup and head for the shower (yeah, the coffee tags along). Not a small cup, but a big ass cup.

I pour my second cup before I get dressed and my third as I mentally prepare myself to do battle with my child about his wardrobe. Lately I've noticed that I've been drinking my coffee quicker than usual...or so I thought until I discovered that I've been getting some help. Mr. Little Man is sipping right along. I didn't even know he liked coffee. And initially I didn't even suspect him because he doesn't usually ingest anything warm. I started keeping a closer eye on my cup because he is just way too young to drink coffee (he does not agree). I've also tried to placate him by giving him milk with the tiniest bit of coffee, but he isn't buying that in the least. He still tries to sneak and when that doesn't work he tries to bargain (which never works because what he offers is stuff that he is supposed to do regardless of whether or not he gets anything in return). He is exhibiting every possible sign of a coffee fiend.

This morning at Dunkin' Donuts he tried to steal (GRAB AND RUN) the coffee of the gentleman in line ahead of us. This is just one of those times where you try to explain things but strangers are already looking at you like you have 2 heads (its a look I know all too well).

What I am reading: Nothing, I am writing a blog entry about my favorite music released in 2006.
What I am listening to: Belle & Sebastian - to Be Myself Completely