I'm on my third cup of coffee, already, and I haven't even gotten out of bed yet. If I were Empress of the World, I would make every day Saturday so that All people could enjoy this luxury. Tim brought me my first cup at 9. He refilled my cup after he put the bacon on to sizzle. He brought me a third before he began his voluntary role as Saturday Short-order Cook.
I've smiled and sipped and thought and prayed and read. Now I'm blogging. Soon, I should get up. No doubt my breakfast will be ready by then, made to order. Hate me.
If I were Empress of the World, I'm pretty sure I would not be any more spoiled than I am right now. Although, my clothing allowance might be more. It might not.
Truly, I have nothing much to say, beyond how fantastic coffee and Tim are.
1 comment:
PUKE.
What? somebody had to say it.
miss you!
k
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