I am a wife, a mother of boys, a hairstylist, a baker, and sometimes crafter. I live in the rainy Pacific Northwest by way of the San Francisco bay area. This is my life.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
I have started drinking coffee again. Not "real" coffee, decaf. I drink it black. One cup a day. I haven't drank coffee regularly in about nine years. Ever since Papa got the espresso machine and the labor involved in making a coffee outweighed the benefits. I love my daily cup. I savor it. At first it felt like I was doing something naughty. Now it is becoming a ritual. A daily event in my life. Is it bad if I have two cups?
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