I walked the girls to school this morning. It was early, and already it was stinkin’ hot . I walked home, eagerly looking forward to That One Special Thing: my coffee.
In fact, my hands were trembling as I pulled the espresso maker out and started to bring together the pieces to make my Lovely Hot Cup. I grab the milk, guess what? THERE WERE THREE DROPS IN THE BOTTOM OF THE MILK BAG.
FYI, not nearly enough to make my Lovely Hot Cup.
I swore. Loudly.
This gal is off to Bridgehead. AND buying herself a croissant to ease the trauma.

