The Problem with Coffee is

I am addicted to it. Starting around the summer when I was 12 because I went on vacation with my dad and brothers to Mississippi, where the people we were staying with woke up at 4 am. I don't know why, they didn't have animals to take care of, they didn't have a farm. I never saw anyone leave for work. They were just always up at 4 am. Due to this I started inhaling coffee. Well that and the fact that I was up late most night charting the positions of the very terrifying spiders that were all of the wall and ceiling.

From that point through high school at least I was a 2 cup a morning girl. My sister or I would stumble out to the coffee maker each morning. Since then its been a on and off thing. Due to its adverse effects I can't always have it.

Why am I telling you all of this you ask? Well mainly I just couldn't find any other way to work in this photo. So I just did something random and now I am showing you this.

This my dear readers is a Clydesdale Penis. I saw it at the fair this weekend and immediately knew that you would all want to see this.


Why am I telling you all of this you ask? Well mainly I just couldn't find any other way to work in this photo. So I just did something random and now I am showing you this.