Paul and I had a leisurely Sunday morning. We laughed at the dogs and sipped coffee. Later Paul shared that he was feeling a little funny. He said he was feeling “whacked out”. “Maybe it is the coffee?” I proposed. I have been mixing our normal coffee with a little bit of espresso each day (since Thanksgiving) just to use up the bag of espresso. I haven’t noticed too much difference but Paul immediately accused me of “trying to kill” him. Seems a bit dramatic to me. “How am I supposed to know you can’t drink espresso like a real Italian man?” I asked. Cue the Italian swear words and the hands flying in the air…and I just sinisterly giggled. I didn’t realize the coffee was causing him difficulty. I am not a mind reader and today was the first time in two weeks he has mentioned it. I will avoid adding the espresso….except if he pisses me off…..ha ha just kidding…..ish. We went to a friends house to watch the Bill’s game with the “gang”. Yay! Bill’s won. I don’t pay too m...
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