And to answer the :eek:, like faithfool (cursed be his name for ruining the grand slam I deserved ! What kind of freak doesn’t drink coffee in this day and age ?!), it’s the smell that does it for me. Or rather, did.
When I was a kid, my mother would come and tuck me in before going to bed herself. She brought work home, worked late, and usually drank copious amounts of coffee to do it. Half-waking to coffee-breath kisses was highly unpleasant, and completely turned me off the stuff.
I’m not a coffee drinker, but I have tasted it. I actually really like the smell of coffee; I just wish it tasted as good as it smells.
Hijack/ Faithfool, I’m working on a reply to your email. With that much content, a short reply just wouldn’t do. I just didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten about you. /hijack
Neither have I, so me and my kitty are gonna snuggle together and dream of trips across the Ocean Blue. Yay home bound felines!
[continued hijack: And Justin, got it and don’t worry about it. I’m going to have limited computer time for the next week, so it’ll take a while for me to get back to you too. But I’ll at least be able to check in here once a day.]
