My Coffee Is Cold

So I saw the snow this morning and thought to run out in the lovely falling snow to pick up a lighter and get some coffee.

No, I'm not a smoker. And the lady behind the counter was confused when I bought a lighter without it's cancerous partner. I use 'em to light my candles.

My nice relaxing jaunt through the snow ended up being a very cold and windy trial of strength.

I love snow. And I love coffee. But I'm not a fan of snow flakes slamming into my face like a spray of bullets. I'm also not a fan of wind chills. But I was in dire need of coffee. And I was out of cream at home. So I was determined.

Alas, now my coffee is cold. Plus, my stomach is doing a strange flip-floppy thing. Perhaps coffee is not the best thing right now. On the table next to me in the den is a half full bottle of red wine and a full bottle of Bailey's. I'm debating a swig of Bailey's to warm me up. But it's probably not good for my wary tummy.

There's random shit all over the place right now. My coat is in the middle of the kitchen floor. My weights are scattered in front of my TV. I have beads all over my coffee table. My bedroom looks like my closet exploded and my bathroom looks like the stock room for Sephora.

They say people can tell a lot about a person by snooping around their home turf. I can only guess what they would think of me!