Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Different Strokes

His is filled with some sort of herbal tea. Mine is filled (twice) with the strongest coffee possible.

But I'm still constantly exhausted while he is not. (I know what you tea drinkers are saying right now. But it will never happen. I'm in love with coffee and the instant jolt it brings. I will not give it up.)

PS A nice man called me "miss" instead of ma'am the other day. It was enough to make me want to make out with him in thanks. (Don't worry, mister. I would NEVER do such a thing. You're the only one I really want to kiss--even though you prefer cats to dogs and drink tea instead of coffee.)

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