Friday, January 16, 2009
The other day while my mom was still here visiting, a commercial for those new McDonalds coffee beverages came on (oh how I hate that commercial). My mom made the comment "I've had one of those, and they're nothing special". Me, being the ho hum post partum hormonal wreck that I am, immediately shot back with "ya know, I'll never have another fancy coffee drink from anywhere, ever again, in my life. So while it may be nothing special to you, it might be something special to someone else, and you shouldn't take things like that for granted". ... down girl down. Sorry mom. ...Kind of? So maybe I could have taken it a little easier on her, yes, but I still meant what I said.
This morning when I came down the stairs after Charlie's breakfast (ps. if anyone has any reusable cloth breast pads that they're no longer needing, HI!!!), Christopher had my tall fancy coffee mug that I've had since I was 19, all set up on the counter, filled to the very top with a delicious looking icey something. Do I smell... chocolate? "Whats that?", I asked. "Its a fancy coffee drink", he replies. *long pause*. Then followed up with, "you said you'd never have another one ever again, so I made you one".