So, so true, right?
I admit, when you're feeling a bit down, a good cuppa with a friend can go a long way to making things seem better.
But coffee...well, let's just say that if you tap a vein, you might get coffee.
I learned to drink coffee at Philly diners. If the spoon doesn't stand up straight, it's not fit to drink. No weak coffee here. Scrapple, eggs, and coffee at 2 am at Red Robin Diner is practically a rite of passage for a Mayfair girl. (Substitute local diner for your neighborhood. If you're from Port Richmond, it's the Aramingo Diner; South Philly is known for their Melrose Diner. All with perfect diner coffee.)

I love my Keurig. It's probably the most user-friendly appliance out there. Jude, still age 3, could make a cup of coffee when we first got one. Lift handle, insert K-cup, shut, hit button. That's it. Within seconds, the fumbling zombie will inhale the consciousness inducing aroma.
Plus, Wawa now has their own K-cups. Cue the angels! <aaaaaaahhhhhh>
I figure I'll have time to sleep when the kids are grown. In the meantime, I have coffee to be thankful for.

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