I always suspected that I was a coffee whore. I'd seen the signs. I'd offered to babysit, traded my clothes (well, not the ones I was wearing at the time) and even offered up services in exchange for a coffee (Tim Horton's large double-double, please). But today, I realized just how deep my coffee addiction runs. My dh sometimes gets a ride to work
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My coffee maker is still broken so I'm forced to either use the bodum or the one cup machine. Every morning feels like a hangover morning now..
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Chantal
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