
As a pup I felt a stirring...
a longing deep inside...
I knew someday... that calling...
would mean a very special time...

And now that pulse...
that longing...
has become so very loud...
It will take me where I'm meant to be...
on the trail of Iditarod...
...2008
that longing...
has become so very loud...
It will take me where I'm meant to be...
on the trail of Iditarod...
...2008
Cool huh?
Okay, back to the new coffee pot... mine died, I was resorting to "coffee singles" (blech!) when my friend says, "You can have mine!" I jumped at it, because as a new coffee pot in my financial future was a couple months away.
It wasn't such a big thing when it was hot out because I don't like drinking coffee in the summer.Thennnn.... fall made an actual appearance and I was really happy to have the coffee pot!I love my friend's, "I don't drink coffee anymore so you can have it!"
Wow.
So as I sit here vibrating from my thus far, one pot of coffee this morning... I'm considering the repercussions of making a second.
Hmmm... I would like to sleep before this weekend so maybe a second pot isn't a good idea after all.
Then again I do have to go to Wally World in a bit and that might just make it okay... it's a big place and I should be able to cover a lot of ground rather quickly...
HA! This is GREAT!!!!
Now all I need to do is make room in my closet for my air conditioner. Yeah, now it's got to come out.
Cripes.
Oh well... I'll just make it a "Three-pot" day!
1 comment:
One pot is your legal limit. You are no more than an everyday "rule breaker". I'm tell'n Dad.
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