Don't talk to me before I've had my Coffee.

I am not a morning person. When my alarm sounds, I usually shut it off, fall back asleep unaware of the responsibilities I am now neglecting that day, wake up an hour later, stare at the ceiling wondering what happened to being 5 years old and contemplating my life choices before 8. Now having the inevitable responsibility of rejoining society for that day I find some sort of strength to sit up and stare at the end of the bed instead of the pop corned ceilings. Why can't my greatest struggle in life be which doll I'm going to play with at daycare today? Or even how I'm going to get away with eating Oreos before dinner while mom's at work? No, instead I

ready myself for the 40 hour work week ahead, wifely duties, and all around adult responsibilities, on my mind, before 9. Now that I am no longer a zombie but a post pubescent boy (that's how I sound when I awake in the morning. It's a mixture of that and just sounding sick) I shuffle along to the kitchen to make my morning elixir.

OH coffee. Sweet, sweet coffee. You can be so many delightful flavors, roasts, from different countries, villages, just so delightfully delicious and powerful! My personal favorites? Well Gevalia for sure and not because of that cute Swed in all the commercials having housewives swoon over him. Their french roast is ON POINT. Of course any Starbucks coffee is my go too. When I oversleep for two hours I just pick one up instead of brewing my own but you can also find Starbucks in BULK at Sam's Club or BJ'S. Freeze your beans and never be without this caffeinated delight. Never. The best coffee though, my go to every morning is from Santo Domingo from the Dominican Replublic. Oh yes, when I travel there I buy in BULK. It is the best coffee that I have ever had hands down! Even during the hot mornings there I still have my cup of coffee to wake me up for the missions work day ahead! 

I never used to like coffee but I specifically remember that my second semester finals when I started college were a doozy. A friend said coffee held her over during the rough collegiate testing time. So, I went to the quick stop there and got myself a cup of regular coffee. Added cream and sugar of course since it was my first time and I hated the bitterness but after years of tasting and appreciating to complexity of the beverage, I now can just do coffee and a dash of cream. 

Now a days it is essential to my morning routine. I cannot be bothered until I have had a cup of coffee. No intellectual thoughts will emerge from my being before my blood has been dosed with coffee. No bright eyed cheery human will stand before you without some regular regulating inside me. My voice will not return to it's womanly state  (it really is quite funny to hear my voice when I first wake up it sounds like a man) unless I have some coffee to wake me up. No work of integrity will be done at my place of employment or home unless I have had a kick in the nervous system. No, none of these things can be accomplished in life unless coffee is the first part of my day! So please, if you every have the opportunity to wake me up or see me in the morning, make sure to not talk to me, or survey the surroundings in search of a freshly used coffee pot or empty coffee cup to ensure a delightful morning with me.