Friday, August 01, 2008

Uncle. I scream Uncle.

Ahhhhh, the warmth. My hands wrap around the ceramic, pulling the heat deep into my bones. I sip, and the lovely liquid slides down my throat, leaving a path of goodness. I inhale the wonderful smell and it makes me wonder....why did I ever leave this behind?
Everyone needs a vice in their life, right? Well, mine is coffee. I have returned to the dark side, my friends, and I'm loving it.

2 comments:

WackyMummy said...

Good for you. Too much virtue isn't good for the soul.

yukonchatterbug said...

Hey, so nice to see you took Fawn's advice and joined Urban Yukon.
Welcome!