I didn’t mention this to Jenn before because I fear it could put a wrench in our friendship. Also, I didn’t think she’d let me be a guest blogger at her site if she knew this dark secret about me. (Darker than the roots on the top of my head.)
I don’t drink coffee. There I said it.
I don’t take it black, like my men or creamed or with sugar. I don’t order a “half double decaffeinated half-caf, with a twist of lemon” at the coffee shop.
I go to Starbucks for the WiFi and I drink a diet coke.
I’ll let you all recover.