Today Newsweek magazine proclaimed that we are all socialists and will basically be France one day soon. I was horrified. Not because of what Newsweek said, but because when I woke up this morning and opened the fridge to make my Puerto Rican coffee, there was NO milk. Not a drop. How can something so devastating happen to me? WHY ME? My God, I would so rather have Tanya Harding bash my knee than not have my 60 minutes of Puerto Rican coffee savoring every morning. I had to brace myself and get the kids ready for school, knowing I was not going to get my special moring treat to myself for being a lazy mother of school children who basically does nothing but cannot function without her cafe con leche.
It took me a while to realize that my dear sweet hubby had poured milk into a thermos and discovered it was bad (he drinks 1%, I drink skim, which people out here eloquently call "non fat") and left it out on the counter to stink up the house. So, I went and got myself milk today just to make sure I can have my coffee in the morning. If it's gone, I will go insane. I cannot be expected to last 2 days without my coffee without my Girl Scout buddies around to keep me laughing so coffee seems insignificant.
Oh yeah, France. As Jane and Joanna would say, Gimme the Gun!
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