Monday morning, I went downstairs to have coffee with the love of my life. Things are a tad tighter around our house. We don't grocery shop as often and some of the luxuries are gone from the fridge.
But still, life's fantastic. I would never complain.
Me, pulling out the coffee pot: We're out of cream, aren't we?
Her, relaxing on the couch in front of the fire: No, I found some in the behind the wine.
Me: Good!
Her: If you pour it really slowly, the clumps don't come out. It tastes okay, too!
Just the word *clump* was enough for me.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
No Thanks...I'll Pass
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Perfect.
OK, that takes a little courage! I think I'll have tea instead...
:)
Yea. I will take mine black.
Haha! Eeww...
My husband and I are feeling the crunch, too. I'm learning to like just plain milk and sugar. =)
I love your blog. You crack me up!
I'm heaving just reading about it! :0
Ewwwwww ...
Maybe use a strainer? ;-)
Ha ha ha she rocks. There is no way it would of gotten past the smell test with me. If it doesn't pass that there is no way I'm tasting it :)
sour cream and coffee, it's all the rage.
the word clump makes me gag. lol
I'll pass too
time to move on to powder creamer
Bleahhh!
Time to get you a cow to keep out back...
Ewww.....
now that's the spirit! so did you have yours with wine?
You could've neatly deposited the clumps on her head... but then you have to live with her, after all. ;)
If it doesn't curdle when it hits the coffee, all is well!
Ewww. When that happens, just take it black, baby! :)
mmm, clumpy half & half.
who doesn't like to chew their coffee?
Catching up -- and this made me howl. Thanks - that jumps starts my Christmas Eve Eve shop-clean-bake fest!
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