Take a woman from my generation who actually enjoyed the writings of Erma Bombeck, and you get thoughts such as this from my mind at times…

Do you ever find yourself with chocolate in one hand at the end of a really bad day, and coffee in the other, and then speak to them saying something to the effect of, “I don’t know that I would be alive right now were it not for the two of you?”

Care to know what drives me crazy about coffee?

I hate that feeling of being really sleepy yet you just can’t fall asleep… the next thing you know you’re thinking that coffee sounds so comforting right now, you have that cup of coffee and your eyes and body fall asleep but your brain is still working away at how to fix everyones problems and put things the way they should be.