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Coffee and picnics

I made the greatest cup of coffee this morning. When I stay in a hotel, I always take the coffee home with me. I've not had to measure out coffee in a very long time. (I also don't drink it on a regular basis.) So today my throat was hurting and I thought coffee would make it feel really good. I added sugar and some Coffee -Mate Caramel Vanilla creamer. Goodness. Sweet Goodness. Not only does it taste just perfect but it is such a beautiful color. Almost the color of sand.

Which reminds me of the beach. And the fact that we will not be going to the beach this year. We will be going to Florida but we are on a quest to see Mickey and Snow White. Not the white sandy beaches and cool Gulf water.

Ok, I can't talk about that anymore or I'll be sad the rest of the day. And today is sunny and warm and calls for happy thoughts. Not thoughts about not going to the beach.

I think today we will do school outside and maybe have a picnic. Which makes me ask the question. How is it that picnics are supposed to be so much fun when they are such hard work? I have to try to figure out what the picnic food should be and then get everything together. I mean everything. Napkins, drinks, plates, food, ketchup, mustard, trash sacks, baggies, and toys. I think I've talked myself out of the picnic. Maybe we'll just go to the park after we eat.

What are you doing today?

Julie

Comments

Sisters said…
Are you getting ill? Henry is just getting well...please tell me you are not going to be sick, Ju?!
And I am working today and dreaming of a good cup of joe with my sister!
AJL
Anonymous said…
Well, Jules, what I did yesterday was go outside and plan my lawn care (weed killing plans, etc..which I am being coached on b my Agricultural Guru son-in-law, R.W, Esquite.) Now all I need is for my preacher son-in-law, the Right Reverend S.C. to start praying that my efforts will succeed in my having the finest looking lawn in all of the "Land of Magnolias."
Kelley said…
Love coffee, but don't drink it when pregnant. But I wish I could have a cup with you. Today I worked, picked MK up from school, and she went to her ballet/tap class. Thursdays are our long evenings.

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