I think I may have a drinking problem. I’m just confessing it and don’t really plan on doing anything about it. Confession alone feels good for the soul. Actually I don’t really have a drinking problem as I drink just fine.

I confess I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t drink coffee anymore. I have been drinking the sweet elixir of life ever since I was a toddler. Straight out of the bottle.

I may have stunted my growth, but I’m 75” tall. That’s 6’3” for those bad in math and who don’t understand their measurements. Maybe I stunted my growth in other areas that I really can’t put on a blog post.

The best part of waking up is Folgers in your bottle. 😂

You thought I was going to say in your cup? Now that you got that jingle stuck in your head, this is a good time for me to close.