This happened today:
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I walked in to get half-and-half for my coffee.
I was forced to have hot chocolate on Sunday morning. Today I had tea. (We've had nothing but skim milk in the house for days, and that wasn't going to cut it.) I don't do bad coffee.
The latte I grabbed on the way to Target turned out to be a brilliant, bank account-saving decision. The caffeine hit my bloodstream in the nick of time, and I had a moment of clarity at the checkout counter.
I put back two serving trays, a brushed metal ampersand for the bookshelf, a throw pillow, a dress, and a lamp.
Coffee saves marriages, y'all.