Dannette There is coffee in our house again, and it’s got me all sappy and sentimental. It’s been over a week since our Keurig died and part of my morning zen died with it. Coffee warms this momma’s belly and somehow brings a smile to the constant cray cray around here.
And because I have friends who are coffee snobs, I’ve moved on to a big girl coffee machine with their guidance. Goodbye Keurig, hello Ninja ☕
And so there is still a wild wee one running screaming circles around the kitchen table, one asking for eggs, and the pretty one following my every move (see picture 2) …from sunroom – to kitchen – to porch – to yes, the bathroom of course – and is peeking over my shoulder as I type this, but there is peace and comfort and a little soul searching because…COFFEE.
