We Interrupt Your Regularly-Scheduled Programming...

For a blog post about coffee.

Now, for those of you who know me in person (so, none of you), you'll know I'm already pretty chipper in the morning. In fact, I annoy everyone in my house with my early-morning glee. But even I wake up with a layer of fog on my brain. And I can't be expected to write anything good with a fuzzy brain, can I?

Of course not.

So, I turn to the most logical solution.

The drink of the gods, the official fuel of writers everywhere...

Coffee.

Every morning, I perform my sacred coffee dance under the rising sun and wonderous black liquid rains down from the heaven into my awaiting mug.

Well...actually, I still use this thing:

I can almost hear you guys laughing at me. "Is that a percolator? A glass percolator? Is this the friggin' stone age? Get with the times, little lady."

Well...bite me, 'cause I like my percolator and I'm not upgrading. (Jeez, I'm stubborn.) I, personally, think the coffee it makes tastes a hell of a lot better than the stuff my grandma's instant coffee maker spews into your cup. So, every morning, I clean the leftover coffee from yesterday out and set a new pot on the stove. After a good twenty minute wait, I've got coffee!

Time to break out my mug:

This became my official cup by accident.

There was a time when I got to slack off and Travis made my coffee for me (but now I'm getting up before him and have to make it my-damn-self). During that time, he always gave me the same cup--this one. When I asked him about it, he said he didn't even reailze he was doing it. After that, he tried to mix it up and give me a different cup, but it was too late. He'd gotten me into the habit of always looking for this cup. (And I'm about as ritualistic as they come. I do the same thing, in the way manner, EVERY MORNING. OCD, maybe?)

The next few steps look a little like this:

 Sugar first. Lots of it.

 Then, add coffee. Not too much--gotta leave lots of room for milk.

 Milk time!

Once it turns a nice, creamy color, stir in the pound and a half of sugar still sitting at the bottom.

And finally, drink and enjoy.

Then I repeat the process for my second cup and BAM!

No more fuzz on mah brain.

This is pretty much the only way I like coffee. Call me small-town, but I'll take plain ol' coffee over a French vanilla latte-thingy with whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles any day.

How do you like your coffee?

HAPPY CAFFEINATING, LOVELIES!

(Did I just use 'caffeine' as a verb? Yes. Yes, I did.)