That’s the sound of me, right now. Despite a dinner of carbs, I’m wired.

I try hard to be a local-coffee-shop kind of gal, but today I was tired after hitting the grocery store, and the boy wanted a milkshake, and he’s been sick, so…

I drove through McDonald’s. I tried an iced mocha. Holy shiz. Chocolate. Coffee. Whipped cream. More chocolate. Cold. These are a few of my favorite things.

And now my husband has put a cup of coffee in my hand. Zing. Yum. I could go on with the adjectives, but I think the point is made.

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