"Michaela, you HAVE to stop drinking coffee!" - yeah, I'm on my second cup, and well, I'm zinging - and singing, about the house. As and Irish lass might say, "slap-happy.com!" [they have this cute way of adding .com, .org, Avenue, etc to expressions. "Coffee AVENUE!" ] The other day I walked into a coffee shop with my sister and dad, Java Joe's; cute, boutique-ish, homey little place. . .modern coffee shop to the max. Walked up to the counter to order - now mind you, I come from an ESPRESSO (with and "S", not an "x",) drinking family. We're Italian. . .real Italian, not the American-no-clue-about-anything-European type. My mom was born there; my uncle owns a coffee business. It's literally my blood type, though my mom attributes my nuttiness to all the chocolate she ate while pregnant. Whatever. It's all caffeine. So anyway. . .I ordered what is considered a "strong" American coffee. . .a little espresso and all hot water: "Now, you know this is STRONG coffee" [yes, Anna and I look 12] "not the kind you'd get at McDonalds or a gas station."
Actually I don't prefer drinking coffee-flavored hot water, thank you. The stronger the better. Oh, and I can't help that I happen to be wearing a child's size 16 sweat jacket. . .Happy National Coffee Day.
It proclaims all things hyper, delicious, the-jittery-feeling I'm starting to have from TOO much of the creamy, aromatic, beautiful stuff. For some reason Irish folk songs - the super-corny, lovable ones, are stuck in my head. What a better combo for a perfect type of day? It feels like fall, I'm happy, (praise the Lord, after a bad week!) relishing my perfectly brewed coffee and singing Taylor the Latte Boy [thanks to my friend Kate. Gotta love Broadway-style songs!] and The Lord of the Dance. . .and The Irish Rover. Random "chats" of over 300 comments under a facebook status [my mom and I are quite the pair] complete the morning. There is cleaning to be done, emails to write. . .a puppy to be cared for. I've gotten requests for more Nick posts - does anyone agree? He's getting so big and bushy - I think it's about time for his first "puppy trim."
Taylor, the latte boy
Bring me java, bring me joy
Oh Taylor the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him.