I had coffee after dinner. Bad idea.
I couldn't resist. It was CHICK FIL A coffee!! We were there, at Chick Fil A, we had eaten, the kids were playing... and playing... and then they just kept on playing! They needed to. I needed for them to. We had been snowed in, literally, all week! Our house? It's split into 3 different levels, totaling a whopping 1,000 sq. ft. (NO, we don't live in Boston.) Our yard was snowed on, and then- it was iced over; so going outside was only an option for the first 2 days.
They needed to run. We needed for them to run, inside a building that was NOT our teeny tiny house.
Of course, this has nothing to do with why I had coffee after (a late) dinner. Except for the fact that I was there at CFA, smelling their Columbian brew, and not thinking clearly what-so-ever before I ordered my medium (because they no longer sell large) cup of coffee. Not decaf. Regular. Caffeinated. Full strength. Did I mention it was Columbian?!
So? It's 2:00 AM, and I'm thinking it sure is going to be a fun morning as I wobble to the stove to boil a pot of water, measure my (Brazilian) coffee into my coffee press, and wait for it to steep.
Maybe my Tres Amigas will sleep late, and ...... no... never mind. I won't allow myself to ponder such hopeful thoughts. I know better. 2 AM makes 7 AM come much quicker.
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