It’s become clear to me that I have contracted a version of my children’s hideous virus. Yup. Sweet. And, you know what would be the worst possible thing for me to have right now. Coffee.
But, I’m going to. Because, well, it’s my coffee.
“Hello. My name is Swooper and I’m clearly addicted to coffee.”
Wow. That was somehow liberating.
Now, pour me a damn mug and pass the Caramel Apple Coffee Mate.
Confessions of a Serial Swooper 