I am a raging caffeine addict. I am very open about this, and if I remember correctly, one of Dan�s wedding vows was �I promise to make you coffee every day and stop at any Starbucks we run across on road trips.� The problem is that he�s too good at this, and now I�m dependant on him. He�s like my coffee drug dealer. Every morning he gets up and starts a pot of coffee while I�m in the shower so I can drink some while I�m getting dressed and then fill up one of my eighteen trillion travel coffee mugs for my drive. This little system has worked wonderfully for the last 18 months or so. But Thursday morning, I realized the fatal flaw when Dan. Forgot. To. Make. Coffee!!!! I went into the kitchen after Dan left and there was only a half-inch of cold coffee from the day before in the pot. I actually touched the pot to see if maybe it was hot and for some reason the coffee pot just turned itself off in mid-brew. It was like when your car doesn�t start, but you keep turning the key in disbelief. After a few minutes of panic, I cut my hair-drying routine short and left the house with wet hair so I would have time to stop by Starucks. Crisis averted. But it threw me off for the rest of the day. So what am I going to do about it? Nothing, actually. I�m beyond helping myself. So I better be really nice to Dan, or he might cut me off.
A note about the photo: This photo was taken of Dan at my family's home at Christmas. He is modeling a scarf and hat set given to me by my grandmother. Both the hat and scarf are the right size for me, but are rendered somewhat absurd when worn by Dan the Giant. I chose this picture because it is the most drug dealeresque shot I have of my husband. Aren't you intimidated?