Out of habit

About 10 years ago, I could not drive past a Starbucks without stopping to buy a cup of coffee. At that point in my life, the number of children in my household was increased to four and the number of sleep deprived nights was compounding at a rate that any IRA would envy. But it wasn’t the tiredness and stress that led me into the store and the line, sometimes with all…

Greasy lips and thin mints

When I write posts like this in the morning they will most likely start with some kind of commentary on coffee. I like my morning coffee. I have no shame in admitting that. I also have no shame in admitting that I like that really awful non dairy creamer you find in the refrigerated section very near the real dairy items like milk and sour cream. When I told someone I judge…