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.


WackyMummy said...

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

Anonymous said...

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