HI AMY.
Here’s when I knew I’d hit rock bottom . . . It was early morning. That afternoon was when I would be going to mom’s house to begin my house-sitting job.
This is what I woke up to:
AY CARAMBA!!
QUE HORROR!!
SADNESS!!
After about an hour . . . the craving sets in . . . the shaking . . . I haven’t had my morning fix.
I suck it up and tell myself, "Mom’s house will definitely have some" and that helps me survive until I arrive.
GREAT GLORY AND SPLENDOR!! GRACIAS A DIOS!!
In the door of the fridge was gold . . .
But upon closer inspection . . .
TALK ABOUT DEPRESSO!!
So I did what any self-respecting Cubana would do, I went to the store and got what I had been craving.
When I first cracked it open . . . and the smell came wafting up to meet me . . . HEAVEN.
AAAAHHHHHH. HAPPY . . . until tomorrow that is . . . 🙂
Did I forget to mention we left only DECAF in the house??Oopsy! =D
(You crack me up.)
Amy,You can come to my house anytime for a latte…I always have espresso beans waiting to be brewed in my awesome (yes, Pam and Gene…that machine that Marti took a picture of and sent to you) espresso machine…speaking of…I will go there now and make coffee…ahhhhh, you are right…HEAVEN!