Before I really start, you should know that I'm not really a coffee drinker. Occasionally, I'll go for a mocha or some sort of iced, sugary concoction. But, typically, I'd prefer to trade the bitter stuff for a hot chocolate or tea or something frappy and filled with my daily allotment of calories. However, when I'm asking someone if she wants to meet me to gab and hang out and drink something tasty, it's much easier to say, "Wanna meet for coffee?" than it is to say, "Hey, wanna meet me at a local coffee shop so that you can have a cup of joe and I can drink something highly caloric and we can converse?"
Such was the situation this morning. I wanted to meet one of my bestest friends and I had some time to kill before I needed to pick up Matthew so I fired off a text. She knows I rarely drink coffee so, usually, when we meet, she has a cup of black coffee like a good girl and I spoil the rest of the day's meals with a chocolaty beverage.
Auto correct hates me. And it wants my husband to get fired. And, also, what? Because I use the word "cocaine" oh so often when I'm texting?
Apparently, as the mother of two smallish boys, with a husband who is employed in full time ministry, and Bible studies and ministries of my own to run, the only way to get through the day is to start it off with some hot cocaine. It's a good thing that my local barista is able to give it to me in a paper cup with a lid because, if I started injecting that stuff intravenously, eyebrows might raise.